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This reprint of Look about T ou has been prepared under the 
direction of the General Editor. 

Dec, 191 3. 

W. W. Greg. 

No entry of Look about You has been found in the Stationers' 
Register. It was printed for William Ferbrand in quarto, 
with the date idoo, and bore the devices of Edward Allde. 
The type is roman of a size approximating to modern pica 
(20 1L == 8 3 mm.). Copies are in the British Museum, the 
Bodleian Library, the Dyce Collection, and in the possession 
of the Duke of Devonshire. The second of these is imperfect, 
wanting the last two sheets, and is somewhat mutilated besides. 
The present reprint is based on the Bodleian copy so far as it 
goes, supplemented from that in the British Museum, while 
the two other copies mentioned have also been consulted. 

On the title-page is a statement to the effect that the piece 
had lately been performed by the Lord AdmiraPs company. 
In itfoo these men had been for some years in regular occu- 
pation of the Rose, Henslowe's playhouse on the Bankside. 
Unfortunately there is no entry in that manager's accounts of 
any play which can be identified with the present piece with 
sufficient plausibility to make it worth while discussing the 
matter here. It must however be mentioned that in June and 
July 1 601 we find Henslowe making advances to one Anthony 
Wadeson, a poet who does not elsewhere appear in the Diary, 
in earnest of a play called c The Honourable Life of the 
Humorous Earl of Gloucester with his Conquest of Portugal ' 
(fols. 8 f, 8 7 V , 9 1 v ). Since Look about Tou ends with Gloucester's 
announcement of his purpose of going to Portugal to drive 
out the Saracens, it is fairly obvious that Wadeson's play 
was intended as a sequel to the present piece. There is then 
some, though not very conclusive, ground for supposing that 
Anthony Wadeson may have been the author of Look about 


List of Doubtful Readings, &c. 

N.B.— The following is primarily a list of those passages in which the 
reading of the original is open to question, and of those in which different 
copies of the original have been found to vary. It also includes a number 
of readings which are evident typographical blunders of the original, or 
which are liable to be mistaken for such, this being necessary as a defence 
of the accuracy of the reprint. It makes, however, no pretence of supplying 
a complete list of errors and corruptions, still less of offering any criticism 
or emendation, nor does the appearance of a reading in this list necessarily 
imply that it is incorrect. 

The printing of the present play is far from accurate. In a very large 
number of cases speeches end with a comma, and towards the end colons 
are frequent after speakers' names. These two irregularities have been 
disregarded in the following list. Only one instance of a variation between 
copies has been observed (I. 285-). 

82 Old, j j 16 faith 

icji left 74,9 Vertuuos 

214 an] possibly a n 752 Solicitie 

Ih O B.M. 
25)8 fitly] possibly fi tly 
343 lands 
369 to you 
414 wiu, 

445 Faukenbridge 
472 fieldes, 
520 ty de, 
531 Fau kenbridge, 
5^7 antiqiuity 
578 Bio 
580 will 
5-85: excepts 
5-95- ties 
603 he 

782 calling 
784 Porter , 
879 them 

895* parTe, Skink] comma doubtful 
897 and 

918 Exit.'] period doubtful 
933 harfhj r doubtful r , portio?i visible 

in Dyce 

630 bafe 

712 La. how 

713 fercretly. 

619 Ric 
623 (you 
628 Bis, 

y66 plauge 
972 number lefTe 

5»5>7 Q uee 
1002 off, 

1014, Ioa 7 Q uee 
1045- Gads 
iO)4 heere : 
1065 that] lacuna 
1117 ever 

1 121 Pnrfeuant.] really turned u 

1128 Exeuntt. 

1 1 8 1 heare,] first e doubtful 

1267 Betteriwis 

1278 Ski 

1289 fufpitition, 

13^2 lo 

1373 GJofte radieu. 

1386 Fau 
141 1 Fau, 
144.7 BerLady, 
145-1 Rcih. 

1472 Salutation.] possibly Salutation., 
15:26 Bra, 
15:48 Withing 
15:45? ftickt.] possibly ftickt, 
1567 Richard. 
*575>] indented 
15:81 feeke,] possibly fee ke, 
1586" out, 
15:89 twy lights 
1608 lyiug 

1609-10 plea-|fnre 5 ] rar//y turned u 
1 6" 5-5) th'emaffe, 
1667 2fca&. 
1697 fo 
1743 at 

1758 Lordfhips 
1 77 1 c.w. it 
1792 ad 
1812 Red, 
1844 -E*^ 
1869 houourM 
1989 he'll 
2026 them 
2028 apray. 
203 5- Fz. 
2038 abots 
2041 F^ 
2107 G/<7 
2125- font 

2129 the fiends] possibly thefiends 
2164 be think e 
2175 your are 
2200 in ? 
2216" inpofed 
2241 eue n 
2284 made : ? 

2312 methinkes] possibly me thinkes 
2314 prining 

2317 wowen 

2318 giuen good] possibly giuengood 
2324 La 


2344 as 
23 Rob, 
2369 himfelfe ; 
2371 me. flie 
2402 Exit 
2432 it 3 ] possibly it. 
24^4 (friend 
25:04 twife 
25-11 wondrours 
25-71 blindand 
25:79 fport 
25:82 wray 
2587 hy 

25-93 afpectacle, 
2643 theeuifh] possibly the euifh 
2669 Ley, 
2699 La, 
2719 tougue 

2725- admit] possibly a dmit 
2758 He's 

Block Bl. 
2790 g one 
2793 Frinccjfe 
2833 cornation, 
2874 Coronts. 
28 79 Jhe a Coronet 
^15- Ley, 
291 8 Againft 
2930 William 
2962 refoul'd, 
3002 furyes] possibly furyes 
3018 ex ecution 
305-4 Soveraigne. 
3072 it 

3120 mad : 

3 121 Hen 
3195- fcotrch 
3212 Exeunt 
Running-titles : 

E 2 V A] really turned V 
E 3 T V 

H 3 V Commody,] possibly 

Com mody, 
I 3 Looke] possibly Lo o ke 

List of Characters 

in order of appearance. 

Robin Hood, Earl of Huntingdon. 

his Servant. 


Henry the Second, King of England. 
Henry \ 

Richard L his sons. 
John J 

Robert, Earl of Gloucester. 

Earl of Lancaster. 

Earl of Chester. 

Earl of Leicester. 

Sir Richard Fauconbridge. 

the Warden of the Fleet. 

Redcap, son to the porter of the Fleet. 

a Constable of the Watch. 
Block, servant to Fauconbridge. 
Lady Fauconbridge, sister to Glou- 
the Porter of the Fleet. 
Queen Elinor, wife of King Henry, 
a Pursuivant, 
a Drawer, 
a Sheriff. 

Humphrey, servant to Fauconbridge. 
a Page of Lady Rawford's. 

the Wife of Prince Henry. 

Two Heralds, Watch, Sheriffs, Officers, Huntsmen, Senet, Isabel wife 
of Prince John. 

The name Humphrey, by which the servingman in Sc. xi (11. 1767-8) is 
addressed, is most likely that of the actor Humphrey Jeffes. 


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Looke about you. 

As it was lately played by the right honoura- 
ble the Lord High Admirall his feruaunts 

Printed for William Ferbrand, and are to be 

folde at his (hop at the figne of the Crowne 
neere Guild-hall gate. 

A pie af aunt Commodye 


Looke about you. 

Enter Robert Hood a young Noble-man, a feruant with him, Sc. 
with rydingwandes in theyr handes, as if they had beene new 


GOe, walke the horfes, wayte me on the hill, 
This is the Hermits Cell, goe out of fight : 
My bufines with him muft not be reueal'd, 
To any mortall creature but himfelfe. 

Seru. He waite your honour in the croffe high-way. Exit. 
Rob. Doefo: Hermit deuout and reuerend, 10 
If droufie age keepe not thy ftiffened ioyntes, 
On thy vnreftfoll bed, or if the houres 
Of holy Orizons detayne thee not, 
Come foorth. 

Enter Skinke like an Hermit. 

Skin. Good morrow fbn, good morrow, & God blefle thee 
A brighter Gleame of true Nobility (Huntington, 
Shines not in any youth more then in thee. 
Thou fhalt be rich in honour, full of fpeed, 
Thou fhalt win foes by feare, and friends by meede. 20 

Rob. Father, I come not now to know my fate, 
Important bufines vrgeth Princely Richard^ Deliuer letters. 
In thefe termes to falute thy reuerent age. 
Read and be briefe, I know fome caufe of trull, 
Made him imploy me for his meflenger. 

Skin. A caufe of truft indeed true honoured youth, 
Princes had need in matters of import, 

A 2 To 

A pleafant Commody, 
To make nice choyfe faire Earle, if I not erre, 
Thou art the Princes ward. 

Ro. Father I am his ward, his Chamberlaine & bed-fellow. 

Shin. Faire fall thee honourable Robert Hood, 
Wend to Prince Richard, fay though I am loath, 
To vfe my skill in Coniuration : 
Yet Skinke that poyfbned red cheekt Rofamond^ 
Shall make appearaunce at the Parlament, 
He fhall be there by noone allure his Grace. 

Rob. Good morrow Father, fee you faile him not, 
For though the villaine did a horrible deed, 
Yet hath the young King Richard, and Earle John, 
Sworne to defend him from his greateft foes. 

Skin. Gods benizon be with thee noble Earle. 

Rob. Adew good father, holla there, my horfe ? Exit. 

Skin. Vp, fpur the kicking lade, while I make Ipeede 
To Coniure Skinke out of his Hermits weede ; 
Lye there religion, keep thy M. graue, 
And on the faire truft of thefe Princes word 
To Court againe Skinke i but before I goe, 
Let mifchiefe take aduife of villany, 
Why to the Hermit letters fliould be fent, 
To poaft Skinke to the Court incontinent : 
Is there no tricke in this ? ha let me fee ? 
Or doe they know already I am he ? 
If they doe lb, faith weftward then with Skinke : 
But what an afle am I to be thus fond, 
Heere lyes the Hermit whom I dying found 
Some two monthes fince, when I was howerly charg'd 
With Hugh the Cryer and with Conftables, 
I law him in the ready way to heauen, 
I helpt him forward, t'was a holy deed ; 
And there he lyes fome fixe foote in the ground. 
Since when, and fince, I kept me in his weedes. 
O what a world of fooles haue filTd my Cell ; 
For Fortunes, run-awaies, ffcolne goods, loft cattle, 
Among the number, all the faction 
That take the young Kings part againft the olde ; 


called Looke about you. 
Come to my felfe to harken for my felfe, 
So did the aduerfe party make enquire, 
But eyther fall full of contrary defire : 
The olde Kings part would kill me being ftain'd, 
The young Kings keep me from their violence. 70 
So then thou needft not feare, goe boldly on, 
Braue Hall, Prince Dicke, and my fpruce hot fpur John, 
Heer's their fafe conduct : O but for Rofamond ! 
A fig for Rofamond, to this hope He leane : 
At a Queenes bidding I did kill a queane. 

Sound Trumpets, enter with a Harrald on the one ftde,Jimvy the Sc. H 
fecond Crowned, after him Lancafter, Chefter, Sir Richard 
Faukenbridge: on the other part, X.Henry the Sonne crowned, 
Herrald after him: after him PrinceRich John, Ley iter, being 
fet,entersfantafticallRohcTtofGloftet in agownegirt: walkes 80 
vp and downe. 

Old. K. Why doth not Glofier take his honoured feate? 

Glo. In faith my Liege Glofter is in a land 
Where neyther fuerty is to fit or ftand. 
I onely doe appeare as I am fummoned. 
And will awaite without till I am call'd. 

Yon. K. Why heare you Glofter ? 

Glo. Henry I doe heare you. 

Yon. K. And why not King ? 

Glo. What's he that fits fo neere you ? 90 

Rich. King too. 

Glo. Two Kings ? ha, ha. 

Ol. K. Glofter fit we charge thee. 

Glo. I will obey your charge, I will fit downe, 
But in this houfe, on no feate but the ground. 

Iohn. The feat's too good. 

Glo. I know it brother Iohn. 

Jo. Thy brother ? Ol. K. Silence there. 

Yon. K. Pafle to the billes Sir Richard } Faukenbridge. 

Fau. My Lieges both, olde Faukenbridge is proude 100 
Of your right honour'd charge. He that worft may 
Will ftraine his olde eyes, God fend peace this day. 

A3 A bill 

A pleafant Commody 
A bill for the releafement of the Queene prefer'd, 
By Henry the young YJm^Rieh. the Prince, J^^Earle 
Of Murton, Bohmine Earle of Leifter and the comons: 

Old K. Did you preferre this byll? 

All We did. 

Cheft. Lane. Yee did not well. 

Glo. "Why this is good, now fliall we haue the hell. 

3. Bro. Chefter and Lanehafter you wrong the King. 

Cheft. Lan. Our King we doe not. 

Yon. K. Doe not you fee me crown'd? 

Lane. But whilft he liues we to none elfe are bound. 

Ley. Is it not wrong thinke you, when all the world 
Troubled with rumour of a captiue Queene, 
Imprifbned by her husband in a Realme, 
Where her owne fonne doth weare a Diademe? 
Is like an head of people mutinous, 
Still murmuring at the ftiame done her and vs? 
Is't not more wrong when her mother zeale 
Sounded through Europe, Affricke, Affia, 
Tels in the hollow of newes-tnirfting eares, 
Queene Elinor liues in a dungion, 
For pitty and affection to her fonne : 
But when the true caufe, Cliffords daughters death 
Shall be expofed to ftranger nations : 
What vollumes will be writ, what lybels fpred ? 
And in each lyne our ftate difhonoured. 

Fauk. My Lord fpeakes to the purpofe, mary it may bee fo, 
Pray God it prooue not fb. 

Ley. Heare me conclude, and there withall conclude, 
It is an heynous and vnheard-of finne : 
Queene Elinor daughter to Kingly Fraunce, 
King Henries wife and royall Henries mother, 
Is kept clofe prifoner for an acte of Iuftice, 
Committed on an odious Concubine, 

Kin. Thou wrongft her Leifter. 

Lei. Leachers euer praife the caufe of their confufion, fhe 
Fau. She was ill fpoken of it's true, true. (was vile 

Gloft. Yonder fits one would doe as much for you 


called Looke about you. 
Olde foole, young Richard hath a gift I know it, 
And on your wife my filter would bellow it. 
Heer's a good world men hate adulterous fin, 
Count it a gulfe, and yet they needs will in. 

Lei. What anfwere for the Queene ? 

Lan. The King replyes your words are foule flaunderous 

John. His highnes fayes not fo. (fbrgeryes, 

Lan. His highnes doth, 
Tels you its a fhame for fuch wilde youth, 
To fmother any impiety, 
With {hew to chaftice loofe adulterie. 
Say Rojamond was Henries Concubine, 
Had neuer King a Concubine but he ? 
Did Rofamond begin the fires in Fraunce? 
Made fhe the Northerne borders reeke with flames? 
Vnpeopled fhe the townes of Picardy ? 
Left fhe the wiues of England husbandles? 
O no : fhe finn'd I graunt, fo doe we all, 
She fell her felfe, defiring none fhould fall; 
But Elinor whom you fb much commend. 
Hath been the bellowes of feditious fire, 
Eyther through Iealious rage or mad defire; 
Ift not a fhame to thinke that fhe hath arm'd 
Foure Sonnes right hands, againfl their fathers head, 
And not the children of a low-priz'd wretch, 
But one whom God on earth hath deified ? 
See where he fits with forrow in his eyes, 
Three of his Sonnes and hers tutor'd by her, 
Smiles whilft he weeps, and with a proude difdaine, 
Imbrace blith mirth, while his fad heart complaine. 

Fau. Ha laugh they ? nay by the rood that is not wel, 
Now fie young Princes fie. 

Hen. Peace doting foole. 

John. Be filent afle. 

Fau. With all my heart my Lords, my humble leaue my 
Gods mother afle and foole for fpeaking truth, (Lords 
Tis terrible, but fare yee well my Lords. 

Rich. Nay flay good Faukenbridge^ impute it rage, 


A pleafant Commody 
That thus abufes your right reuerend age, 

My brothers are too hot. 180 

Fau. Too hot indeed, foole, affe, for fpeaking truth? 
its more than need. 

Rich, Nay good Sir Richard at my kinde intreate 
For all the loue I beare your noble houfe, 
Let not your abfence kindle further wrath, 
Each fide's at counfell now fit downe I pray, 
He quite it with the kindeft loue I may. 

Glo. I to his wife. 

Fau. Prince Richard He fit downe, 
But by the faith I owe fayre Englands Crowne, 1 90 

Had you not been I would haue 1 eft the place, 
My feruice merits not lb much difgrace. 

Ric. Good Faukenbridge I thanke thee. Go to their places. 

G/o. And youl thinke of him, if you can ftep into his bower 
at Stepney. 

Fau. Prince Richard's very kinde, I know his kindenes, 
He loues me, but he loues my Lady better, 
No more, He watch him, He preuent his game, 
Young Lad, it's ill to halt before the lame. 

They breahe a funder. Papers this while being off red and zoo 
fubfcribed betweene eyther. 

Hen. He not fubfcribe to this indignity, 
He not be call'd a King but be a King; 
Allow me halfe the Realme, giue me the North, 
The Prouinces that lye beyond the Seas, 
Wales and the Ifles that compafle in the mayne. 

Glo. Nay giue him all and he will fcant be pleaPd. 

Rich. Brother you aske too much. 

Iohn. To much, too little, hee fhall haue that and more, I 
I will haue Nottingham and Salisbury, (fweare he {hall. *io 
Stafford and Darby, and fbme other Earledome, 
Or by S. Iohn (whofe blefled name I beare) 
He make thefe places like a wildernes. 
Ift not a plague, an horrible abufe, 
A King, a King of England, fliould be Father 
To foure fuch proper youths, as Hall, and Dicke, 

called Looke about you c 

My brother Geffrey and my proper felfe, 

And yet not giue his fbnnes fuch maintenaunce, 

As he confumes among his minions. 

Rich. Be more refpectiue Tohn. %io 
lo. Refpectiue Richard, are you turn'd pure? a changing we- 

I fay it's reafbn Henry fliould be King, (ther-cocke ? 

Thou Prince, I Duke, as leffry is a Duke. 
Lan. What ftiall your Father doe ? 

Jo. Liue at his prayers, haue a fufficient pention by the yere, 
Repent his finnes becaufe his end is neere. 

Glo. A gratious fonne, a very gratious fonne. 

Kin. Will this content you ? I that haue fat ftill, 
Amaz'd to fee my fbnnes deuoyde of fhame; 
To heare my fubiects with rebellious tongues, 230 
Wound the kinde bofbme of their Soueraigne, 
Can no more beare, but from a bleeding hart 
Deliuer all my loue, for all your hate : 
Will this content thee cruell Elinor! 
Your fauage mother, my vnciuill Queene; 
The Tygrefle that hath drunke the purple bloud 3 
Of three times twenty thoufand valiant men ; 
Waftiing her red chaps, in the weeping teares, 
Of widdows, virgins, nurfes, fucking babes. 
And laffcly fbrted with her damn'd confbrts, <M° 
Entred a laborinth to murther loue. 
Will this content you? file ftiall be releaft, 
That (he may next feaze me (he moft enuyes. 

Hen. Our mothers liberty is fome content. 

Kin, What elfe would Henry haue ? Hen. The Kingdome. 

Kin. Perufe this byll, draw neere let vs conferre. 

Job. Hall be not anfwered but with Soueraignty^ 
For glorious is the fway of Maiefly. 

Kin. What would content you John ? 

J oh. Fiue Earledomes Sir. Kin. What you fonne Richard} 250 
Ric. Pardon gratious father, & th'furtheraunce for my vow 

For I haue fworne to God and all his Saints, (of penance 

Thefe amies erected in rebellious brawles, 

Againft my Father and my Soueraigne, 

B Shall 

A pleafant Commody, 
Shall fight the battles of the Lord of hoafts, 
In wrong'd Iudea and Paleftina, 
That {hall be Richards pennance for his pride, 
His bloud a fatisfaction for his finne, 
His patrimony, men, munition, 

And meanes to waft them into Siria. z6o 

Kin. Thou {halt haue thy defire Heroyicke Sonne, 
As fbone as other home-bred brawles are done. 

Lan. Why weepes olde Faukenbridge ? 

Fan. I am almoft blind, to heare fons cruell, and the fathers 
Now well a neere that ere I liu'd to fee, (kinde, 
Such patience and fo much impiety. 

Glo. Brother content thee this is but the firft, 
Worfe is a brewing, and yet not the worft. 

Lei. You (hall not ftand to this. Hen. And why my Lord ? 

Ley. The lands of Moorton doth belong to Iohn. 270 

Hen. What's that to me, by Acte of Parlament, 
If they be mine confirmed, he muft be pleaf 'd. 

Ioh. Be pleaf 'd King puppet ? haue I ftood for thee, 
Euen in the mouth of death ? open'd my armes 
To fercle in feditious vgly fliape ? 
Shooke hands with duety, bad adew to vertue, 
Prophan'd all Maiefty in heauen and earth ; 
Writ in blacke Carracters on my white brow, 
The name of rebell Iohn againft his Father : 
For thee, for thee, thou Otimie of honour, 280 
Thou worme of Maiefty, thou froth, thou puble. 
Aud muft I now be pleaf 'd in peafe to ftand, 
While ftatutes make thee owner of my land ? 

Glo. Good paftime good, now will the theeues fall out ? 

Ioh O if I doe, let me be neuer held 
Roy all King Henryes fbnne, pardon me father, 
Pull downe this rebell that hath done thee wrong. 
Dicke, come and leaue his fide, aflayle him Lords, 
Let's haue no parly but with billes and fwoordes. 

Ki. Peace Iohn, lay downe thy armes, heare Henry {peake, 290 
He mindes thee no fuch wrong. 

To. He were not beft. 

Hen. Why 

called Looke about you. 

Hen. Why hayre-brain'd brother can yee brooke no left ? 
I doe confirme you Earle of Nottingham. 

lo. And Moorton too ? Hen. I and Moorton too. 

To. Why fo, now once more He fit downe by you. 

Glo. Blow winde, the youngeft of King Henries ftocke, 
Would fitly ferae to make a weather-cocke. 

lo. Gape earth, challenge thine owne as Glofter lyes, 
Pitty fixch mucke is couer'd with the skies. 300 

Fau. Be quiet good my Lords, the Kings commaund 
You fhould be quiet, and tis very meete, 
It's moft conuenient, how lay you Prince Richard ? 

Rich. It is indeed. 

Fa. Why that is wifely laid, you are a very kinde indifferent 
Mary a God and by my hollidame, (man, 
Were not I had a feeling in my head, 
Of fome fufpition twixt my wife and him, 
I fhould affect him more then all the world. 

Glo. Take heede olde Richard, keep thee there mad lad, 310 
My Sifter's faire, and beauty may turne bad. 

Enter Robert Hood a paper in his hand. 

Officer. Roome there, make roome for young Huntington, 

Fau. A gallant youth, a proper Gentleman. 

Hen. Richard I haue had wrong about his wardfhip. 

Ric. You cannot right your felfe. 

Jo. He can and fhall. 

Ric. Not with your help, but honourable youth 
Haue yee perform'd the bufines I enioyn'd ? 

Rob. I haue, and Skinke is come, heere is his bill, 320 

Hen. No matter for his bill let him come in. 

Kin. Let him not enter, his infectious breath 
Will poyfon the aflembly. 

Gl. Neuer doubt, ther's more infectious breaths about your 
Leyfter is there, your enuious Sonnes is there ; (Throne, 
If them you can endure, no poyfon feare. 

Kin. Content thee Glofter. (patient 5 

Glo. I muft be content, when you that fhould mend all are 

Hen. Welcome good Skinke thou iuftly doft complaine, 
Thou ftandft in dread of death for Rofamond, 330 

B 2, Whom 

A pleafant Commody, 
Whom thou didft poyfon at our dread commaund, 
And the appointment of our gratious Mother ; 
See heere my Fathers hand vnto thy pardon. 

Shin. I receiue it gratioufly, wiihing his foule fweet peace, 

in heauen for fo meritorious a worke, for I feare me I haue 

not his heart though his hand. 

Kin. Be fiire thou haft not, murderous bloud-fucker, 
To iealious enuy executioner. 

Hen. Befides thou fueft to haue fome maintenaunce, 
We haue bethought vs how wee will reward thee 5 34° 
Thou (halt haue Rowden Lordfhip. 

Gloft. Shal he fo ? will you reward your murtherers with my 

Hen. Your lands? it is our gift and he fliall haue it. (lands 

Glo. He giue him feafiire firft with this and this. Strike him. 

John. Lay holde on Glofier. 

Kin. Holde that murtherous Skinke. 

Glo. Villaines hands off, I am a Prince, a Peere, 
And I haue borne difgrace while I can beare. 

Fan. Knaues leaue your rudenes, how now brother 
Glofier} nay be appeaf 'd, be patient brother, 35© 

Rich. Shift for thy felfe good Skinke, ther's golde, away : 
Heere will be parts. 

Skin. Swonds He make one and flay. 

Joh. I prethee be gone fince thus it falleth out, 
Take water, hence, away, thy life I doubt. 

Ski. Well, farewell, get I once out of doore, 
Skinke neuer will put truft in warrants more. Exit. 

Kin. Will Glofier not be bridled ? 

Glo. Yes my Liege and fadled too, and ryd, and Ipur 'd, & 
Such mifery (in your Raigne) falles your friends, (rayn'd, $60 
Let goe my armes, you dunghyls let me fpeake. 

Kin. Wher's that knaue Skinke} I charge you fee him ftayd. 

Fauk. The fwift heel'd knaue is fled, body a me heer's rule, 
Heer's w T orke indeed. 

Kin. Follow that Skinke, let priuy fearch be made, 
Let not one pade except he be well knowne, 
Let poaftes be euery way fent fpeedily, 
For ten miles compafle round about the Citty, 

Hen. Take 

called Looke about you. 

Hen. Take Glofter to you Liefetenant of the Tower, 
Keep him afide till we conferre a while, 370 
Father you muft lubfcribe to his committing. 

Lan. Why muffc he Henry ? (lawes. 

Ley. Mary for this caufe, he hath broke peace and violated 

Glo. So haue you all done, rebels as you be. 

Fau. Good words good brother, heare me gratious Lords, 

Hen. I prethee Faukenbridge be patient, 
Glojier mult of force anfwere this contempt. 

Kin. I will not yeeld he (hall vnto the Tower, 
Warden of th'Fleete take you the charge of Glojier, 

Hen. Why be it fo, yet flay with him a while, 380 
Till we take order for the company 
That fliall attend him, and relbrt to him. 

Glo. Warden of the Fleete I fee I am your charge, 
Befriend me thus, leaft by theyr commaund, 
I be preuented of what I intend. 

Keep. Commaund me any feruice in my power 

Glo. I pray you call fome nimble footed fellow, 
To doe a meflage for me to my lifter. 

Keep. Call in Redcaps he waiteth with a Tipftaffe, Exit one 
He Hammers, but he's fwift and trufty Sir. for him. $9° 

Enter Redcap. 

Glo. No matter for his Hammering, is this he ? 

Red. 1 1 am am Re Redcap f f fir. 

Glo. Run Redcap to Stepney. 

Red. He be at Stepney p p prefently. 

Glo. Nay ftay, goe to the Lady Faukenbridge my lifter. 

Red. The La La Lady Fau Fau Faukenbreech,! r r run fir. 

Glo. But take thy errand, tell her I am prifoner, 
Committed to the Fleete. 

Red. I am g g glad of th th that, my fa fa father the p p por- 400 
ter flia fliall ge ge get a f f fee by you. Still runnes, 

Glo. Stand ftill a while, defire her to make meanes 
Vnto Prince Richard for my liberty, 
At thy returne (make fpeed) I will reward thee. 

Red. I am g g gone fi fir. 

Rich. Commend me to her gentle Huntington^ 

B 1 * Tell 

A pleafant Commody 
Tell her in thefe affayres He ftand her friend, 
Her brother fliall not long be prifoner : 
Say I will vifit her immediatlie. 

Be gone fweete boy to Marian Faukenbridge, 410 
Thou lookeft like loue perfwade her to be louing. 

jRo. So farre as honour will I will perfwade, 
He lay loues battery to her modeft eares, 
Second my milde aflault, you may chaunce wiu, 
Fare parley at the leaft, may hap pafle in. Exit. 

Hen. Heere take your charge, let no man fpeake with him, 
Except our felfe, our brethren, or Earle Leicefter. 

Fau. Not I my Lord, may not I fpeake with him ? 

Hen. Yes Faukenbridge thou (halt. 

Jo. And why? he is his wiues brother. 4*° 

Fau. Earle Iohn, although I be, I am true vnto the State, & 

Glo. What, fhal I haue no feruant of my owne ? (fo is he. 

Hen. No, but the houfholde feruants of the Fleete. 

Glo. I thanke you kinfman King, your father knowes, 
Glofter may boldelie giue a bafe flaue blowes. 

Fau. O but not heere, it was not well done heere. 

Kin. Farewell good Glofter, you fhall heare from vs. 

Glo. Euen what your Sonnes will fuffer you to fend ; 
Ift not a miferie to fee you ftand, 

That fome time was, the Monarch of this land, 430 
Intreating traytors for a fiibiects freedome ? 

Lei. Let him not fpeake, away with him to prifbn. 

Glo. Heer's like to be a well ftayd common wealth. 
Where in proude Leifter, and licentious Iohn, 
Are pillers for the King to leane vpon. 

To. Wee'll heare your ray ling Lecture in the Fleete. 

Hen. On our difpleafure fee he fpeake no more. 

Glo. On thy difpleafure, well yee haue me heere ; 
O that I were within my Fort of Bungye 

Whofe walks are wafht with the cleare ftreames of Aueney 440 

Then would not Glofter pafle a halfe-penny, 

For all thefe rebels, and their poore King too. 

Laughft thou King Henry ? thou knows my words are true, 

God help thee good olde man, adew adew. 

To. That 

called Looke about you. 

Io. That Caflle flial be mine, where flands it Faukenbridge 

Fau. Far from your reach fure, vnder Feckhill ridge. 
Fiue hundred men (England hath few fuch wight) 
Keeps it for Gloflers vfe both day and night : 
But you may eafily winne it, wantons words 
Quickly can mailer men, tongues out brawle fwords. 4T° 

Io. Yee are an Idyot. 

Rich. I prethee Iohn forbeare. 

Job. What fliall olde winter with his froffcy iefles, 
Crofle flowry pleafitre ? 

Fau. I and nip you too, God mary mother I would tickle 
Were there no more in place but I and you. (you 

Kin. Seafe thefe contentions, forward to the Tower, 
Releafe Queene Elinor, and leaue me there 
Your prifbner I am fure, if yee had power, 
Ther's nothing lets you but the Commons feare: ^60 
Keep your State Lords, we will by water goe, 
Making the frefh Thames, fait with teares of woe. 

Hen. And wee'll by land through the Citty ride, 
Making the people tremble at our pride. Exeunt with Trutn- 

Enter Skinke folus pets two waies. Sc. In 

Skin. Blacke Heath quoth he, and I were King of all Kent, 
I would giue it for a commodity of Apron-firings, to 
Be in my cottage agen. Princes warrants, mary Skinke 
Findes them as litre as an obligation feal'd with butter. 
At Kings Bridge I durfl not enter a boate, through 470 
London the flones were fiery, I haue had a good 
Coole way through the fieldes, and in the high way 
To RatclifFe flands a heater : Mile-end's couered with 
Who goes there. Tis for me fure; O Kent, O Kent, 
I would giue my part of all Chriflendome to feele 
Thee as I fee thee. If I goe forward I am flayed, 
If I goe backward, ther's a roge in a red cap, he's run 
From S. Iohnes after me : I were befl flay heere, 
Leafl if he come with hue and cry, he flop me yonder, 
I would flip the coller for feare of the halter ; 480 
But heere comes my runner, and if he run for me, 
His race dyes, he is as fure dead, as if a Parlament 

A pleafant Commody 
Of Deuils had decreed it. 

Enter Redcap. 

Red. Ste Ste Stepney chi church yonder, but I haue forgot 
The La La Lady Fau Fau Fau plague on her, 
I mu muft b backe to the Fie Fie Fleete to kn kn know it. 
The la the la la Lady Fau, plague on't; G Glofter 
Will go ne neere to ft ftab me, fo for forgetting 
My errand, he is fiich a ma ma mad Lord, the 
La Lady Fau Fau Fau. 

Skin. Help me deuife, vpon my life this foole is fent 
From Glofter to his lifter Marian. 

Rede. I m muft nee needs goe backe, the La Lady 
Fau Fau Fau. 

Skin. God fpeed good fellow. 

Red. Go go god fp fp fpeed you fir. 

Skin. Why run'ft thou from me ? 

Red. Ma mary fir, I haue lo loft a La Lad yes name, and I am 

running ba backe to fe fe feeke it. f 
Skin. What Lady ? I prethee ftay. 
Red. Why the la Lady Fau Fau Fau. 
Skin. Faukenbridge ? 

Red. I the f f fame,f f farewell, I th th thanke you ha hartily 

Skin. If thou wouldft fpeake with her flie is in Kent, 
I ferue her, what's thy bufines with my Lady ? 

Red. I fh fti ftiould doe an errand to her f f from my Lord 
Of Glofter, but a a and fhe be in k Kent, He f fend it by you. 

Skin. Where is my Lord ? 

Red. Mary p p prifoner in the Fl Fleete, a a and w would ? 
haue her fpeake to P Prince R Richard for his re re re- 

Skin. I haue much bufines,hold ther's thy fare by water, my 

Lady lyes this night. 
Red- Wh wh where I pray ? 
Skin. At Grauefend at the Angell. 
Red. Tis deuillifti co co colde going by water. 
Skin. Why there's my cloake and hat to keep thee warme, 
Thy cap and Ierkin will ferue me to ride in 
By the way, thou haft winde and ty de, take Oares. $ 


called Looke about you. 
My Lady will reward thee royally. 

Red G God a mercy, f fa faith and euer th thou co co come 
to the Fl Fl Fleete, He giue the tu tu turning of the ke key 
f for n no nothing. 
Shin. Hye thee, to morrow morning at Grauef-end He wafli 

thy Hammering throate with a mug of ale merrily. 
Red. God be w with you till f foo loone ; what call you the 
Lady ? O now I re remember the La Lady Fa Faukenbridge 
at what f flgne ? 

Skin. At the Angell. 53° 
Red. A Angell, the la la Lady fa fa Fau kenbridge, Fa Fau 

Shin. Farewell and bee hang'd good Hammering ninny, I 
thinke I haue fet your Redcaps heeles a running, wold your 
Pyanet chattering humour could as fa fafely fe fet mee fr 
from the fearchers walkes. Yonder comes fome one, hem : 
Skink to your trickes this tytty tytty, a the tongue I beleeue 
will faile mee. 

Enter Confiable and IVatch. 

Con. Come make vp to this fellow, let th' other go, he feems 54° 
a gentleman, what are you fir ? 

Shin. Would I had kept my owne liite, if the countenaunce 
carry it away. 

Con. Stand firra, what are you ? 

Shin. The po po Porters Sonne of the F Fl Fleete, going to 
Stepney about bufineffe to the La La Lady Fa Fa Fauken- 

Con. Well bring him thether, fbme two or three of yee ho- 
neft neyghbors, and fo backe to the Fleete, well fhew our 
felues dilhgent aboue other Officers. $ 10 

Shin. Wh wh why le le let me run I am Re Redcap. 

Con. Well, lure you fhall now run no falter then I lead you, 
heare yee neighbor Simmes, I leaue my ftaffe with yee, bee 
vigilent I pray you, fearch the fufpitious houfes at the townes 
end, this Skink's a trouncer ; come, will you be gone fir ? 

Skin. Yes fir, and the deuill goe with you and them, 
Well, yet haue hope mad ha hart, co co come your way. 


C Enter 

A pleafant Commody, 

Enters Robin hood and Blocke. Sc. iv 

Bio. Sweet nobilitie in reuerfion, Blocke by the commiflion 
of his head, Coniures you and withall bindes you, by all the $61 
tricks that pages pafle in time of Parlament, as fwearing to 
the pantable, crowning with Cuftords, paper whifFes to the 
fleepers nofes, cutting of tagges, ftealing or torches, cum mul- 
tis aliis tell Blocke, what Blocke you haue caft in the way of 
my Ladies content. 

Ro. Block by the antiqiuity of your anceftrie, I haue giuen 
your Lady not fo much as the leaft caufe of diflike, if fhe be 
defpleafed at any newes I bring, its more then I muft blab. 

Bio. Zounds thefe pages be fo proude, they care not for an 570 
olde Seruingman, you are a ward and fo, an Earle, and no 
more : you difquiet our houfe that's the moll : and I may be 
euen with thee that's the leaft. 

Enter the Ladie Faukenbridge. 
La. What Blocke, what Blocke I fay what doe you there? 
Bloc. Making the young Lord merry Maddame, 
La. Go attend y gate, fee if you can let in more greife therat, 
Bio Zounds and greife come in there, and I fee him once He 
Coniure his gaberdine. 

La. will you be gone fir ? 580 
Bio. Hem, thefe women, thefe women, and flie bee not in 
loue eyther with Prince Richard or this lad, let blocks head 
be made a chopping blocke. Exit Blocke. 

Rob. Faire Madam, what replye you to my fute, 
The prince excepts fmiles, welcomes, louing lookes, 

La. The Prince, if he giue heed to Marrians fute, 
Muft heare heart-figh's, fee forrow in my eyes, 
And finde cold welcome to calamities, 

Rob. And why for gods fake ? La. Euen for Glofters fake, 
Rob. why by mine honnor, and Prince Richards faith, ^90 
Your brother Glofter fhall haue liberty, 
Vppon condition you releafe a prifoner 
That you haue longe held in captiuitye. 
La. I haue no prifoner, 

Ro. Yes a world of eies, your beuty in a willing bondage ties 
La. Go to, you are difpof d to ieft my Lord, 

Rob, In 

called Looke about you. 

Rob. In earneft I mull be an earneft filter 
To you for loue, yet you muft be my tuter. 

La. Are you in loue? Rob. I dearely loue Prince Richard. 

La. Then doe you loue the louelieft man aliue. tfoo 
The Princelieft perfon of King Henries fonnes, 

Rob. I like this well. 

La. he is vertuous in his minde. his body faire, 
His deeds are lull, his fpeaches debonaire, 

Rob. Better and better ftill. 

La. In deed he is what no body can denye. 
All lonely, beautie all, all Maieftie. 

Rob. He tell his excelence what you reporte, 
No doubt he will be very thankfull, for't, 

La. Nay heare you young Lord? Gods pitty ftaye. 6\o 

Rob. What haue you more in Richards praife to fay? 

La. I haue faid to much if you mifconfter me. 
Dutie bids praife him, not vnchaftitie. 

Rob. Vnchaftitie holy heauens forfend it, 
That he or I, or you fhould once intend it, 
Enter Blocke and Richard. 

Bio. They are there fir, clole at it, I leaue you fir, the more 
Roome the lefle company. 

Ric Drinke that, farwell, 

Bio. If that fir Richard comes, this ties, this bindes, 6%o 
O golde, thy power conuerteth feruants mindes. Exit. 

Rich. How now faire Maddam who hath angred you? 

La. Greife at my brothers duraunce angers me. (you 

Rich. I had thought my Ward young Huntington had vext 

La. who he? alas good Gentleman he wrong'd me not. 
No matter for all this, He tell your tale. 

A noyfe within ', Enter Skinke, Blocke, Conftable. 

Bis. Sir there comes no more of you in with him then the 
Conftable. Zounds heares a beadroll of Billes at the gate in- 
deed, back ye bale 630 

La. Now firra whats the matter ? 

Bio. Marry heares a ftammerer taken clipping the Kings 
Englifli, and the Conftable and his watch hath brought 
him to you to be examin'd. 

C 2 Con. No 

A pleafant Commody 
Conjia. No Madam wee are commaunded by the King to 
watch, and meeting this fellow at Mile-end, he tels vs, he is 
the Porters fonne of the Fleete, that the Earle of Glofter fent 
him to you. 

Skin. Iff forfooth h he defire you to fpeake to the p Prince 

for him. 6 4° 

La. O I conceaue thee, bid him blithly fare, 
Beare him this Ring in token of my care. 

Skin. If I be rid of this euill Angell that haunts mee, many 
rings, much Fleete will Skinke come vnto. 

Con. Madam, if you know this fellow we'll difcharge him. 

Bloc. Madam, and you be wife, truft your honeft neighbors 
heere, let them bring this ca ca ca ca to the Fleete, and f fee 
your ring deliuered. 

Skin. A plague vpon you for a damned roge, 
The Porter of the Fleete will fiirely know me. 65° 

La. Good neighbours bring this honeft fellow thether, 
Ther's for his paines a crowne, if he fay true, 
And for your labour ther's as much for you. 

Skin. Why Ma Ma Madam, I am Re Re Redcap the Por- 
ters fonne. 

La. Thou haft no wrong in this, farewell good fellow. 
Skin. Beft fpeaking to Prince Richard ? no He try 
And face out Redcap if the flaue were by. 
La. Make them drinke Blocke. 

Bio. Come to the Buttery bar, ftitty ftitty ftammerer, come 660 
honeft Conftable, hey the watch of our towne, well drinke 
trylill I faith. 

As theygoe out^ enters Sir Richard Faukenbridge ftealing forward^ 
Prince and Lady talking. 

Rob. Lupus infabula my Noble Lord, 
See the olde foxe Sir Richard Faukenbridge. 

Rich. We'll fit him well enough, fecond vs Robin. 

La. He fit you well enough for all your hope, Fau. beckens 

Fau. Leaue quaffing firra, liften to their talke. to Blocke. 

Bloc. O while you liue beware, two are fooner feene then 670 
one : befides, beare a braine Mafter, if Block fhould be now 
fpide, my Madam would not truft this fconce neither in 


called Looke about you. 

time nor tyde. 

Fau. Well leaue me, now it buds; fee fee, they kifle. 

Bloc. Adew good olde finner, you may recouer it with a 
fallet of parfly, and the hearbe patience, if not fir you knowe 
the worft, it's but euen this. 

Rich. Madam, what you defire I not deny, 
But promife Glofters life and liberty, 

I beg but loue. 680 

Fau. When doth flie giue her almes ? 

La. Faire honourable Prince. 

Fau. Nay then they fpeed. 

La. My foule hath your deferts in good efteeme. 

Fau. Witnefle thefe goodly times that grace my head. 

La. But were you the fole Monarch of the earth, 
Your power were infufficient to inuade, 
My neuer yeelding heart of chaftity. 

Fauk. Sayft thou fo Mall, I promife thee for this, 
He owe thy cherry lips an olde mans kifle; 690 
Looke how my Cockerill droopes, tis no matter, 
I like it beft when women will not flatter. 

Rich. Nay but fweet Lady. 

Rob. Nay but gracious Lord, doe not fo much forget your 
Princely worth, 
As to attempt vertue to vnchaftity. 
Fau. O noble youth ! 

Rob. Let not the Ladyes dead griefe for her brother, 
Giue life to fhamelefle and detefted finne. 

Fau. Sweet childe. 700 
Ro. Confider that flie is of high decent. 
Fau. Mofl vertuous Earle. 

Rob. Wife to the nobleft Knight that euer breath'd. 

Fau. Now blefling on thee blefled Huntington. 

Rob. And would you then firft flaine your Princely ftocke, 
Wrong beauty, vertue, honor, chaftitye, 
And blemmifh Faukenbridges vntaynted armes ? 

Fau. By adding homes vnto our Falcones head, 
Well thought on noble youth, twas well put in. 

La. Befides my gratious Lord. 710 

Fau. Tickle 

A pleafant Commody 
Fa. Tickle him Mall, plague him on that fide for his hot 
La. how euer fecretly great Princes fin, defire. 
Fau. Oh now the fpring ftie'll doe it fercretly. 
La. The King of all harts will haue all fyns knowne. 
Fa. Ah then file yeilds not. 

Ric. Lady heer's my hand, I did but try your honorable faith 

Fau. He did but trie her, would fhe haue bin tride 
It had grone hard on this and on this fide. 

Rich. And fince I fee your vertue fo confirm 'd, 
as vice can haue no entraunce in your heart, 
I vow in fight of heauen neuer againe, 
To mooue like queftion but for loue, 

Fau. My hart is eafed, holde Blocke take vp my cloake. 

Bio. And your cap to fir. 

Ric. Sir Richard ? 

Fau. What fweet Prince welcome yfaith, 
I fee youth quickly get's the ftarte of age ; 
But welcome welcome and young Huntington. 
Sweet Robyn hude, honors belt flowring bloome, 
Welcome to Faukenbridge with all my hearte, 
How cheares my loue, how fares my Marrian, ha? 
Be merry chucke, and Prince Richard welcome, 
Let it goe Mall I knowe thy greuances. 
Away away, tut let it pafle fweet girle, 
Wee needs muft haue his helpe about the Earle. 

La. Let it not be delayd deere Faukenbridge. 

Rich. Sir Richard, firft make fute vnto my father, 
He follow you to Courte and fecond you, 

Fau. Follow to Court, ha ? then I fmell a rat, 
Its probable hell haue about agayne, 
Long feige makes entraunce to the ftrongeft fort, 
It muft not be I muft not leaue him heere, 
Prince Richard, if you loue my brothers good, 
Lets ride back to the Courte, lie wayte on you, 

Rich. He's Ielious, but I muft obferue the tyme, 
Well ride vnto the Court, He leaue my boy 
Till we returne, are you agreed to this ? 

Fau. Oh I 

called Looke about you. 

Fan. Oh I hee is an honourable youth. 
Vertuuos and modeft, Huntingtons right heyre. 
His father Gilbert was the fmoothft fac't Lord 7 ^ Q 
That ere bare A.rmes in England or in Fraunce, 

Rich. Solicitie Robin, Lady giue good eare, 
And of your brothers freedome neuer feare, 

Fau. Marrian farwell, wheres Blocke ? open the gate, 
Come Prince God fend vs to proue fortunate ? Exeunt. 

La. why doe you ftay fir ? 

Roh. Madam as a Lidger to folicite for your abfent loue 

La. Walk in the Garden I will follow you. 
Ifaith Ifaith you are a noble wagge. 

Rob. An honorable wag, and wagifh Earle. 760 
Euen what you will fweet Lady I mult beare, 
Hoping of patience, profit will enfiie. 
That you will beare the Prince as I beare you. 

La. Well faid well faid, lie haue thefe toyes amended, 
Goe, will you walke into the Garden fir, 

Roh. But will you promife me to bring no maides, 
To fet vppon my litle manfhip there ? 
You threatned whipping, and I am in feare, 

La. Vppon my word He bring none but my felfe, 

Roh. You fee I am weapned, doe not I befeech you, 770 
He flab them come there twenty ere they breech mee. Exit. 

La. This youth and Richard, think me eafily wonne, 
But Marrian rather will embrace, 
The bony carcafle of difmaying death, 
Than proue vnchafl to Noble Faukenbridge. 
Richard's king Henries fbnne, is light, 
Wanton and loues not humble modeftie, 
Which makes me (much contrary to my thoughts) 

Flatter his humor for my brothers fafetye, 
But I protefl He dwel among the dead, 780 
Ere I pollute my facred nuptiall bed. Exit. 

Enter Glojier in his gowne, calling Sc. v 

Glo. Porter what Porter wher's this drowfie affe ? 

Enter Porter, 
Por. Who calles ? my Lord of Glofter all alone ? 

Glo. Alone 

A pleafant Commody, 

Glo. Alone and haue your wifdomes companie, 
Pray wher's the ftammering chatterer your fbnne ? 
He's euer running but he makes fmall hafte, 
He bring his lyther legges in better frame, 
And if he ferue me thus a nother time. Knocke within. 790 

Harke fir your clients knocke, and't be your pye, 
Let him vouchfafe to chatter vs fome newes, 
Tell him we daunce attendance in our chamber. Exit porter. 
This Iohn and Henry are fo full of hate, 
That they will haue my head by fome deuice, 
Glofter hath plotted meanes for an efcape, 
And if it fadge, why fo ; if not, then well, 
The way to heauen is death, this life's a hell. 
Enter Porter and Skink. 

Port. Why fhould the Watchmen come along with thee ? 800 

Skin. Ther's fuch a que queftion for yon f fame r rogue 
Skink p plague keepe farre enough from him, that a an ho- 
neft f fellow ca cannot w w walke the ftreetes. 

Port. Well fir difpatch your bufines with the Earle, 
He's angry at your flay I tell ye that. Exit. 

Skin. Sbloud what a frowne this Glofter caftes at me, 
I hope he meanes to lend me no more cuffes, 
Such as he paide me at the Parlament. 

Glo. What mutter you, what tydings from my filler ? 

Ski. Co commendations and f fhe hath f fent ye this r ring. 810 

Glo. Hold ther's two Angels, fhut the chamber doore, 
You muft about fome bufines for me ftrayght ; 
Come nearer man, 

Skin. I feare I am to neare, 

Glo. Haft thou no tydings for my liberty ? 

Skin. No b but ye fh fhall he heare f from her p p prefently. 

Glo. And p prefently fir off with your coate. 
Nay quicke, vncafe, I am bold to borrow it, 
He leaue my gowne, change is no robbery. 
Stutterer it's fo, neare flinch, ye cannot pafle, 820 
Cry, and by heauen He cut thy cowards throate, 
Quickly cafhyre your felfe, you fee me ftaye, 

Skin. N n nay, b b but wh wh what m meane ye ? 

Glo. To 

called Looke about you. 

Glo. To fcape I hope, fir with your priuiledge, 
How now, who's this, my fine familliar Skinke ? 
Queene Beldams minnion, 

Skin. Zounds you fee tfs I. 

Glo. Tyme fortes not now to know thefe mifteries. 
How thou camft by this ring, or flol'lt this coate, 
They are mine now in pofleflion, for which kindenes 830 
If I efcape lie get thee Libertie, 
Or fire the fleete about the Wardens eares, 
Mum budgit not a word as thou loueft thy life, 

Shin. I mum mum faire, pray God may chaunce it. 
My Lord, but that my ftate is defperate, 
Ide fee your eyes out eare I would be cheated. 

Glo. Walke like an Earle villaine fome are comming. 
Enter John and Porter. 

To. Where is this Glofter ? 

Glo. Y y yonder he walks. Fa fa father, 1 let me out. 840 

Port. Why whether muft you now ? 

Glo. To le Iericho I th think e,tis fiich a h h humorous Earle. 

Port. Well fir wilt pleafe you haften home againe. 

Glo. I He be h heare in a trice ; b but p praye haue ca care of 
th this madcap, if he g giue vs the f f flip, f f fome of vs a are 
like to m make a fl fl flyppery occupation on't. 

This while John walkes and Jialkes by Skinke ^ neuer a word 
betwene them. 

Port. Looke to your bufines fir let me alone. 

Glo. Alone? neuer truffc me if I trouble thee. 850 

To. Mad Glofter mute, all mirth turn'd to difpaire? 
Why now you fee what tis to crofle a King, 
Deale againft Princes of the Royall blood, 
Youle fnarle and rayle, but now your toung is bedry'd, 
Come caper hay, fet all at fix and feauen, 
What mufeft thou with thought of hell or heauen ? 

Skin. Of neither lohn I mufe at my difgrace, 
That I am thus kept prifoner in this place. 

To. O fir, a number are here prifoners, 
My Coufen Moor ton whome I came to vifite, 860 
But he good man is at his morrow mafle. 

D But I 

A pleafant Commody, 
But I that neither care to fay nor fing, 
Come to feeke that preaching hate and prayer, 
And while they mumble vp their Orifbns, 
We'll play a game at bowles, what faift thou Glofter ? 

Skin. I care not if I doe, (our fportes, 

Joh. You doe not care, Let olde men care for graues, we for 
Off with your gowne, there lies my hatt and Cloake, 
The bowles there quickly, hoe ? 

Skin. No my gowne ftirres not, it keeps forrowe warme, 870 
And flie, and I am not to be deuorced, 

Enter Porter with bowles. 

Jo. Yes ther's an axe muft part your head and you, 
And with your head, forrowe will leaue your heart. 
But come ihall I begin ? a pound a game, 

Skin. More pounds and we thus heauy ? well begin. 

loh. Rub rub rub rub. 

Skin. Amen God fend it fhort enough, and mee 
A fife running with them clothes from thee. 

loh. Play Robin, run run run. 880 

Skin. Far enough and well, flye one foote more, 
Would I were halfe fb far without the doore. 

Enter Porter. 

loh. Now Porter whats the newes ? 

Por. Your Cooffen Moorton humbly craues, 
Leauing your game, you would come vifit him, 

To. Bowie Glofter He come prefently. 
So neere mad Robin ? then haue after you, 

Skin. Would I were gone, make after as you may, 

To. Well fir tis yours, one all, throw but the Iacke 890 
While I goe talke with Moorton : He not ftay, 
Keepe Cloake and hat in pawne He hould out play, 

Skin. I would be fory Iohn but you ihould ftay, 
Vntill my bias run another way, 
Now pafle, and hey pafle, Skink vnto your tricks, 
Tis but a chaunce at hazard : there lyes Glofter, 
and heare ftands Skinke, now Iohn play thou thy part, 
And if I fcape He loue thee with my heart. 
So porter let me foorth. 

Enter Porter, 900 

Por. God 

called Looke about you. 

Po. God blefle your grace, ye fpoke with the L. Moorton. 

Skin, I haue and mult about his bufines to the Courte. 
It greeues me to break my fporte with Glofter, 
The melancholy Earle is comfortlefle, 

Po. I wold your grace would comfort him from hence, 
The Fleet is weary of his company, Redcap knocks. 

Skin. Drink that, feme knockes, I prethee let me out. 
His head (hall off ere long, neuer make doubt. Exeunt. 
Enter John at the other doore. 

Jo. Now madcap thou winft all, wher art thou Robyn ? 910 
Vncafed : nay then he meanes to play in earneft. 
But whers my Cloake, my rapier, and my hatt ? 
I holde my birth-right to a beggers fcrip, 
The bafterd is efcaped in my cloathes. 
Tis well, he left me his to walke the ftreets, 
lie fire the Citty but He finde him out, 
Perchaunce he hides himfelfe to try my fpleene, 
He to his chamber, Glofter ? hallo Glofter ? Exit. 
Enter Porter and Redcap. 

Por. I wonder how thou camft fo ftrangly chang'd ? 910 
Tis not an hower fince thou wents from hence, 

Red. By my Ch Ch Chriftendome I ha haue not b b been h 
heere this three nights, a p p plage of him, that made me fuch 
a ch chaunting, and f fent me luch a la la Iaunt, blud I was ft 
llayd for Skinke, that ill fa fa fac'd rogue, 

Port. I pray God there be no practife in this change. 
Now I remember thefe are Skinkes cloathes, 
That he wore laft day, at the Parlament, 

Knocke, Enter at another doore, John in Glofter s gowne. 

To. Porter? you Porter? 930 

Por. Doe you not heare them knock, you muft flay fir, 

To. Bloud I could eate thefe rogues. 

Red. Wh wh what raw, tis a very harfh mo morfell, 
Ne next your he heart 

To. A plague vpon your launts, what porter flaue ? 

Red. I haue been at g grauefend fir, 

/oh. What's that to me ? 

Red. And at Ca Ca Canterbury. 

D 2 f oh. And 

A pleafant Commody, 
To. And at the gallows : zounds this frets my foule. 
Red. But I c could not f finde your ff After the La Lady Fau 940 

Jo. You Hammering flaue hence, chat among your Dawes, 
Come ye to mad me ? while the rogue your father. 
Enter Porter. 

Red. My f fa father. 

To. Porter ? you damned flaue. 

Port. Ift Midfomer doe you begin to raue ? 

loh. Harke how the traytor flouts me to my teeth. 
I would intreat your knauefhip let me forth, 
For feare I daih your branes out with the keyes, 950 
What is become of Glofter and my garments ? 

For. Alas in your apparrell Glofters gone, 
I let him out, euen now I am vndone, 

Job. It was your practife, and to keepe me backe 
You fent Iacke Daw your fbnne with ca ca ca, 
To tell a fleueles tale : lay hould on him, 
To Newgate with him and you tut atut, 
Run redcap and trudge about, 

Or bid your fathers porterfliip far well. Exeunt with Porter. 

Red. He heares a go good Ie Ie left by the L Lord to mo 960 
mocke an ape with all : my fa fa father has brought his ho ho 
hoges to a fa fa faire m m market. Po po porter quoth you ? 
p po porter that will for me, and I po po porter it, let them 
po po poft me to heauen in this qua quarter. But I muft 
f f feeke this Gl Gl Glofter and Sk Sk Skinke that co cony 
catching ra ra rafcall, a pa pa plauge co co confound him, Re 
re redcap muft ru run he cannot tell whe whether. Exit 

Sound Trumpets, Enter Henry the younger, on one hand of him Sc. vi 
Queene Elinor, on the other Leycefter. 
Hen. Mother and Leycefter adde not oyle to fire. 970 
Wrath's kindled with a word, and cannot heare 
The number lefle perfwafions you infort, 

Quee. O but my fbnne thy father fauours him. 
Richard that vile abortiue changling brat, 
And Faukenbridge, are fallen at Henries feete. 


called Looke about you. 

They wooe for him, but intreat my fbnne 

Glofter may dye for this that he hath done, 
Leic. If Glofter liue thou wilt be ouerthrowne, 
Quee. If Glofter liue thy mother dies in moane, 
Ley. If Glofter liue Leyfter will flie the realme, 980 
Quee. If Glofter liue thy kingdome s but a dreame, 
Hen. Haue I not fworne by that eternall arme 

That puts iuft vengance fword in Monarcks hands, 

Glofter fhall die for his prefumption ? 

What needs more coniuration gratious Mother ? 

And honorable Leyfter marke my words. 

I haue a Bedrole of fbme threefcore Lords, 

Of Glofters faction, 

Quee. Nay of Henries faction. 

Of thy falfe fathers faction, fpeake the truth, 990 

He is the head of factions ; were he downe : 

Peace, plenty, glory will impale thy crowne. 
Ley. I ther's the But ; whofe hart- white if we hit, 

The game is our's. Well we may rage and roue, 

At Glofter, Lancafter, Chefter, Faukenbridge, 

But he is the vpfhot. 

Quee Yet begin with Glofter. 

Hen. The deftenies run to the booke of Fates, 

And read in neuer-changing Characters 

Robert of Glofters end, he dies to day, IOOO 
So fate, fo heauen, fb doth King Henry fay. 

Quee. Emperially refbul'd. Trumpets far off^ 

Leic. The olde King comes, 

Quee. Then comes Luxurious luft, 
The King of Concubines, the King that fcornes 
The vndefiled, chaft and numptiall bed, 
The King that hath his Queene Imprifbned. 
For my fake fcorne him, fbnne call him not father, 
Giue him the ftile of a competitor, 

Hen. Pride feaze vppon my heart, wrath fill myne eyes, 1010 
Sit lawfull maieftie vppon my front 
Dutie flie from me, pitty bee exild, 
Sences forget that I am Henries child, 

D 3 Quee. I 

A pleafant Commody 
Quee I kifle thee, and I blefle thee, for this thought. 

Enter King y Lancafter, Richard, Fauhenbridge. 
Kin. O Lancafter bid Henry yeeld fome reafon 
Why he defires fo much the death of Glofter, 
Hen. I heare thee Henry, and I thus reply. 
I doe defire the death of Bafterd Glofter, 

For that he Ipends the Treafiire of the Crowne. 1020 
I doe defire the death of bafterd Glofter, 
For that he doth defire to pull me downe. 
Or were this falfe (I purpofe to be plaine) 
He loues thee, and for that I him difdaine. 

Hen. Therin thou flieweft a hate-corrupted mynde, 
To him the more vniuft, to me vnkynd, 

Quee He loues you as his father lou'd his mother. 

Kin. Fie, fie vpon thee hatefiill Elinor. 
I thought thou hadft been long fince fcarlet dyde, 

Hen. She is and therfore cannot change her colour. 1030 

Rich. You are to ftrickt, Earle Glofters fault 
Merrits not death, 

Fau. By th'rood the Prince faies true. 
Heere is a ftatute from the Confeffbr, 

Hen. The Confeflbr was but a fimple foole. 
Away with bookes my word fliall be a lawe, 
England her breath (hall from this bofome drawe, 
Glofter fliall die, 

Ley. Let Glofter dye the death. (him and thee. 

Lan. Leyfter he fliall not, he (hall haue lawe, difpight of 1040 

Hen. What law, will you be Traitors ? whats the lawe ? 

Ric His right handes lofle, and that is fiich a lofle, 
As England may lament, all Chriftians weepe. 
That hand hath bin aduanft againft the Moores, 
Driuen out the Sarafins from Gads and Cicile, 
Fought fifteene Battels vnder Chrifts red crofle, 
And is it not (thinke you) a greeuious lofle, 
That for a flaue (and for no other harme) 
It fliould be fundred from his Princely Arme ? 

Fau. More for example Noble Lancafter, but tis great pitty, 1050 
To to great a pittie. 

Hen. He 

called Looke about you. 

He. He haue his hand & head. Ri. Thou {halt haue mine the. 

Que. Wei fa yd ftubberne Dicke, lack wold not feme me fo, 
Were the boy heere : 

Hie. Both Iohn and I haue feru'd your will too long; 
Mother repent your cruelty and wrong : 
Glofter you know is ful of mirth and glee, 
And neuer elfe did your grace iniury. 

Qu. Glofter lhal dye. He. Fetch him heere He fee him dead. 

Ric. He that fturs for him fliall lay downe his head. 1060 

Fau. O quiet good my Lords, patience I pray, 
I thinke he comes vnfent for by my fay. 

Enter Iohn in Glofter s govone. 

Ric. What meanft thou Glofter ? He. Who brought Glofter 

To. Let Glofter hang and them that (hyther ? 

There lyes his cafe, a mifchiefe on his carkafle. 

Qu. My deare fonne Iacke ? (your afle, your gull. 

Jo. Your deere fon lack an apes, your mokey, your babone, 

Ley. What ayles Earle Iohn }Jo. Hence further fro my fight, 
My fiery thoughts and wrath haue worke in hand; 1070 
He curfe ye blacker then the Leuarnian Lake, 
If you ftand wondring at my fbrrow thus ; 
I am with childe, big, hugely fwolne with rage ; 
Who'll play the Midwife, and my throbs afwage ? 

Kin. I will my Sonne. Hen. I will high harted brother. 

To. You will, and you, tut, tut all you are nothing, 
Twill out, twill out, my felfe my felfe can eafe : 
You chafe, you fwell, ye are commaunding King, 
My father is your foote ftoole when he pleafe, 
Your words a law, thefe Lordes dare neuer fpeake, 1080 
Glofter muft dye, your enemies muft fall. 

Hen. What meanes our brother ? 

Ioh. He meanes that thou art mad ihe franticke, Leyfter 
I the babe, thefe grinde vs, bite vs, vexe vs, charge, (foolifli 
And difcharge, Glofter, O Glofter ! 

Que. Where is Glofter fbnne ? Hen. Where is Glo. brother ? 

Kin. I hope he be efcaped. 

To. O I could teare my hayre, & falling thus vp the 
Solide earth, dig into Glofters graue, fo he were dead 
And gone into the depth of vnder worlds. q 1090 

A pleafant Commody 
Or get leditious hundreth thoufand hands, 
And like Briareus, battle with the Starres, 
To pull him downe from heauen if he were there, 

Fau. Looke to Earle Iohn the Gentleman is mad. 

To. O who would not be mad at this difgrace ? 
Glofter the fox is fled, there lies his cafe, 
He coufiied me of myne, the porter helpt him, 

Hen. The porter {hall be hangd let's part and feeke him, 
Glofter (hall dye all Europe fhall not faue him. 

Jo. He is wife, too wife for vs, yet He goe with you, 1 100 

To get more fooles into my company. 

Quee. This is your fathers plot, reuenge it fbnne. 

Hen. Father by heauen if this were your aduice, 
Your head or heart fhall pay the bitter price, 
Come mother, Brother, Leyfter, lets away, 

Jo. I, He be one, in hope to meete the bafterd, 
And then no more my felfe will be his headfman. Exeunt. 

Kin. Richard and Faukenbridge follow the fearch, 
You may preuent mifchaunce by meeting Glofter, 
If ye finde Skinke fee that you apprehend him, mo 
I heare there is a wizard at blacke heath, 
Let fbme enquire of him where Skinke remaynes, 
Although I truft not to thole fallacies, 
Yet now and then fitch men prooue Soothfayers. 
Will you be gone ? 

Fau. Withall my heart, w T ithall my heart my Lord, 
Come Princly Richard, we are ever yoak'd. 
Pray God there be no miftery in this, 

Rich. Be not fiifpitious where there is no caufe, 

Fau. Nay nothing, nothing, I am but in ieft. Exeunt. 1120 

Kin. Call in a Pnrfeuant, 

Lan. Heares one my Leidge, 

Kin. There is a Porter likely to be hangd, 
For letting Glofter fcape, firra attend, 
You fhall haue a repreiue to bring him vs, 
Thefe boys are to to ftubborne Lancafter, 
But tis theyr mothers fault, if thus fhe moue me, 
He haue her head though all the world reproue me. Exeuntt. 


called Looke about you. 
Enter Robin Hood and Lady Faukenbridge. Sc. vii 

La. Doe not deny me gentle Huntington. 

Hob. My Lord will mifle me. 1131 

La. Tut let me excufe thee. 

Rob. Turne woman, O it is intolerable ! 
Except you promife me to play the Page : 
Doe that, try one night, and you'l laugh for euer, 
To heare the Orizons that Louers vfe ; 
Their ceremonious fighes, their idle oathes, 
To heare how you are praif'd and pray'd vnto, 
For you are Richards Saint, they talke of Mary 
The blefled Virgin, but vpon his beades 1140 
He onely prayes to Marian Faukenbridge. 

La. The more his error, but will you agree 
To be the Lady Faukenbridge one day ? 

Rob. Whenift? 

La. On Munday. 

Rob. Wherefore ift ? 

La. Nay then you doe me wrong with inquifition, 
And yet I care not greatly if I tell thee. 
Thou feeft my husband full of iealoufie ; 

Prince Richard in his fute importunate, 1150 

My brother Glofter threatned by young Henry ; 

To cleare thefe doubtes, I will in fome diiguife, 

Goe to blacke Heath vnto the holy Hermit, 

Whole wifedome in fore-telling things to come, 

Will let me fee the iflue of my cares. 

If deftinyes ordaine me happines, 

He chafe thefe miftes of forrow from my heart, 

With the bright Sunne of mirth : if fate agree, 

It, and my frends, mufb fuffer mifery, 

Yet He be merry too, till mifcheefe come. n 60 

onely I long to knowe the worft of ill. 

Rob. He once put on a fcarlet countenaunce. 

La. Be wary leaffc ye be difcouered Robyn. 

Rob. Beft paint me then, be fere I fhall not blufh. 

Enter Block bleedings Glofter with him. 
Bio. Beate an Officer, Redcap He haue ye talkt withall, 

E Beate 

A pleafant Commody 
Beate Sir Richards Porter? help Madam, help, 
Glo. Peace you damned rogue. 
La. Brother I pray you forbeare. 

Glo. Zwonds a hundreth at my heales almoft, 1170 
And yet the villaine Hands on complaiment. 
Bloc. A bots one you, ift you? 

Glo. Will you to the doore you fbole? and bar the gate* 
Holde ther's an angell for your broaken pate ; 
If any knocke let them not in in hafte. 

Bloc. Well He doe as I fee caufe, blood thou art deare to 
me, but heere's a fbueraigne plaifter for the fore : golde hea- 
leth wounds, golde eafeth heartes : what can a man haue 
more ? Exit. 

La. Deare brother, tell vs how you made efcape? 11 80 

Glo. You fee I am heare, but if you would knowe how : 
I cannot {cape and tell the manner too, 
By this I knowe your howfe is compafled 
With hel-hound fearch. 

La. Brother He furnifh you with beard & hayre, and 
Garments like my husband, how like you that? Exit. Lady 

G lo. Well, when I haue them : quickly then difpatch : sblood 
turne gray beard and hayre ? 
Robyn conceale, this dyeteth my minde, 

Myrth is the obiect of my humorous fpleane, *i9° 

Thou high commaunding furie ! further deuice, 

lefts are conceated, I long to fee their birth, 

What come ye fifter ? Robyn a theeues hand, 

But prethee where hadft thou this beard and haire ? 

La. Prince Richard wore them hether in a mafke, 

Glo. Saift thou me fo, faith loue the Princely youth, 
Tut you muft taft ftolne pleafiire now and than, 

Rob. But if fhe fteale and lelious eyes efpie : 
She will be fure condemnd of Burglary, 

Glo. Ha crake ? can your low flumps venter fb deep eioo 
Into affections ftreame ? go to you wanton. 
What want we now ? my nightcap, O tis heare, 
So now no Glofter, but olde Faukenbridge, 


called Looke about you. 
Harke, the fearch knockes, ile let them in my felfe ; 
Welcome good fellowe; ha, what ifl you lacke ? 

Enter Redcap with another. 
Red. Ma matter Co conftable, fe fe learch you th that way, 
a and you ho honeft man th that way. lie ru run th this way 
m my owne fe felfe. They difpearfe themfe/ues. 

G/o. What fearch you for? what is it you would haue? tzio 
Enter B/ocke. 

B/o. Madam, what ftiall I doe to thefe browne-bill fel~ 
lowes? fome runne into the wine feller, feme heere, fome 

G/o. Let them alone, let them fearch their filles. 

Block. Ile looke to their fingers for all that. 

G/o. Doe fe good Blocke, be carefull honeft Blocke. 

B. Sir ftammerer & your wa watch, y 'are pa paffc ifdixh.Exit 

G/. Will you not fpeake knaues, tel me who you feeke ? 

Red. Ma mary fir we f feeke a va va vacabond, a fu fugatiue. mo 
my La Ladies owne b brother; but and hee were the po po 
Popes owne b brother, I would f fearch f f for him; for I haue 
a p poore father r ready to be ha ha hang'd f f for him, 

G/o. O tis for Glofter ! mary fearch a gods name, 
Seeke peace, will he breake prifon too ? 
It's pitty he fhould Hue, nay I defye him. 
Come looke about, fearch euery little corner, 
My felfe will lead the way, pray you come, 
Seeke, feeke, and fpare not, though it be labour loft : 
He comes not vnder my roofe, heare ye wife, 12,30 
He comes not hyther, take it for a warning. 

Red. You fp fp fpeake like an honeft ge ge Gentleman, re re 
reft you me me mery, co co come my f f friends, I be beleeue 
h h he r ran by the g g garden w wall toward the wa water 
fide. Exeunt running. 

G/o. This fellow is of the humour I would chufe my wife. 
Few words and many paces, a word and a way, and fb 
Muft I : Sifter adieu, pray you for me, Ile do the like for you, 
Robin farewell, commend me to the Prince. 

La, Can ye not ftay heere fafe ? s z 4a 

E 2 G/o. No, 

A pleafant Commody 

Glo. No, He not truft the changing humours of olde Fauken- 
Adieu yong Earle, Sifter lets kifle and part; (bridge, 
Tufh, neere mourne, I haue a merry hart. Exit. 

La. Farewell all comfort. 

Ro. What weeping Lady ? 
Then I perceiue you haue forgot Blacke-heath. 

La. No, there He learne both of his life and death. 

Ro. Till Munday Madam I rauft take my leaue. 

La. You will not mifle then : 

Rob. Nay, if Robin faile yee, let him haue neuer fauour of o 
faire Lady. 

La. Meane while lie fpend my time in prayers & teares, 
That Glofter may efcape thefe threatned feares. Exit. 

Enter Skinke like Prince John. Sc. vm 

Skin. Thus iets my noble Skinke along the ftreetes, 
To whom each bonnet vailes, and all knees bend ; 
And yet my noble humour is too light, 
By the fixe {hillings : heere are two crackt groates 
To helter skelter, at fome vawting houfe. 

But who comes yonder ? ha, olde Faukenbridge ? i%6o 
Hath a braue chaine, were Iohn and he good friends, 
That chaine were mine, and ftiould vnto Black-heath. 
He venture, it's but tryal, lucke may fall. 
Good morrow good fir Richard Faukenbridge. 

Fan. Good morrow my fweet Prince, harty good morrow, 
This greeting wel becomes vs, marry does it ; 
Betteriwis then ftrife and Tangling. 
Now can I loue ye, wil ye to the ShirifFes ? 
Your brother Richard hath beene there this houre. 

Skin. Yes I am plodding forward as you doe; 1270 
What coft your chaine ? it's pafling ftrongly wrought, 
I would my Golde-fmith had a patterne of it. 

Fau. Tis at your graces feruice, fhew it him. 

Skin. Then dare ye truft me ? 

Fau. Who the Princely Iohn ? 
My Soueraignes fbnne, why what a queftion's that ? 
He leaue you, yee may know I dare truft you. 

Skin, He 

called Looke about you. 

Ski lie bring't ye to the ShirifFes, excufe my abfence. 

Fau. I wil my noble Lord, adieu fweet Prince. Exit. 

Skin. Why fo, this breakfaft was wel fed vpon, 1280 
When Skinkes deuifes on Blacke-heath doo faile, 
This and fitch cheates, would fet me vnder faile. 
He to the water fide, would it were later, 
For ftil I am afraide to meete Prince lohn. 

Enter Glofter like Faukenbridge. 
But what a mifchiefe meant Faukenbridge 
To come againe fo foone ? that way he went, 
And now comes peaking ; vpon my life 
The buzzard hath me in fufpitition, 

But whatfoeuer chaunce, He filch a {hare. 12.90 

Glo. Yonder's Prince lohn I hope he cannot know me, 
Ther's naught but Glofter Glofter in their mouthes ; 
I am halfe ftrangled with the Garlicke breath, 
Of rafcals that exclaimes as I pafle by, 
Glofter is fled, once taken he muft dye. 
But He to lohn, how does my gratious Lord ? 
What tattles rumour now ? what newes of Glofter ? 

Skin. What newes could I heare fince you left me laft ? 
Were you not heere euen now ? lent me your chaine, 
I thinke you dote. ^ (pretty accident, 1300 

Glo. Sweet Prince, age, age forgets, my brothers chaine ? a 
lie haue't and be but in the fpight of lohn. 

Skin. Ther's more, and more, He geld it eare it go. He breaks 
This fame ftial keep me in fome Tauerne merry, the chaine. 
Til nights blacke hand curtaine this to cleare sky. 

Fau. My fweet Prince, I haue fome caufe to vfe my chaine, 
Another time (when ere your Lordfhip pleafe) 
Tis at your feruice, 6 mary God it is. 

Skin. Heere palfie, take your chaine, ftoop and be hang'd, 
Yet the fifti nibled, when flie might not fwallow ; 1 3 io 

Gout I haue curtall'd what I could not borrow. Exit. 

Glo. He's gone away in frets, would he might meete 
My brother Faukenbridge in this mad moode, 
There would be rare adoe ; Why this fits me, 
My braine flowes with frefh wit and pollicy, 

E 3 But 

V pleafant Commody 
But Glofter looke about, who haue we yonder ? 
Another Iohn Prince, Richard and the Shiriffe ? 
Vpon my life, the flaue that had the chaine, 
Was Skinke, efcapt the Fleete by fome mad fleight, 
Wei, farewel he, better and better ftill, i$io 
Thefe feeke for me, yet I wil haue my will. 

Jo. Shiriffe, in any cafe be diligent. 
Whofe yonder, Faukenbridge ? 

G/o. How now fweet chucke, how fares my louely Prince ? 

lo. What careft thou? or wel,or ill, we craue no help of thee. 

G/o. Gods mother doe you fcorne me ? 

lo. Gout, what then ? 

Rich. Fye, leaue thefe idle braules, I prethee Iohn 
Lets follow that we are inioyn'd vnto. 

GIo. I mary Prince, if now you flip the time, 1330 
Glofter wil flip away ; tut though he hate me 
I haue done feruice, I haue found him out. 

Sic. A fliame confound thee for thy treachery, 
Inconftant dotard, tymerous olde afle, 
That {hakes with cowardife not with yeares. 

G/o. Goe, I haue found him, I haue winded him. 

To. O let me hug thee gentle Faukenbridge, 
Forgiue my oft ill vfing of thine age, 
He call thee Father, ile be penitent, 

Bring me where Glofter is lie be thy flaue, 1340 
All that is mine, thou in reward (halt haue. 

G/o. Soft, not too hafty, I would not be feene in't, 
Mary a god my wife would chide me dead, 
If Glofter by my meanes ftiould loofe his head. 
Princely Richard at this corner make your ftand : 
And for I know you loue my lifter well, 
Know I am Glofter and not Faukenbridge. 

Hie. Heauen profper thee fweet Prince in thy efcape. 

G/o. Shiriffe, make this your quarter, make good guard, 
Iohn, ftay you heere, this way he meanes to turne, ijsro 
By Thomas I lacke a fwoord, body a me. 

lo What wouldft thou with a fwoord olde Faukenbridge ? 

G/o. O fir to make fhew in his defence, 


called Looke about you. 
For I haue left him yonder at a houfe 
A friends of mine, an honeft Cittizen. 
To. Weell fetch him thence. 

Glo. Nay then you iniure me, ftay till he come; he's in a ruf 

And muft attend me like a Seruingman. (let cloake 

lo. Holde ther's my fwoord, and with my fwoord my hearty 
Bring him for Godfake, and for thy defert, i$6o 
My brother King and mother Queene ftiall loue thee. 

Glo. Marke me good Prince, yonder away we come, 
I goe afore and Glofter followes me ; 
Let not the ShirifFe nor Richard meddle with vs, 
Begin you firft, feaze Glofter and arreft him ; 
He draw and lay about me heere and heere, 
Be heedfull that your watchmen hurt me not, 

lo. He hang him that doth hurt thee, prethee away, 
I loue thee, but thou kilft me with delay. 

Glo. Wei keep clofe watch, ile bring him prefently* 1370 

To. Away then quickly. 

GL Glofter, clofe mafter ShirifFe, Prince Richard, 

Ri. Glofte radieu. Glo. I truft you. 

Rich. By my Knight-hood Ile prooue true. Exit Glofter. 

lob. Reuenge, Ile build a Temple to your name ; 
And the firft offring flial be Glofters head, 
Thy Alters fhal be fprinkled with the bloud, 
Whole wanton current his mad humour fed ; 
He was a rymer and a Ridler, 

A fcoffer at my mother, prayf 'd my father, t $% 
lie fit him now for al, efcape and all. 

Ric. Take heede fpight burft not in his proper gall. 
Enter Faukenbridge and Blocke. 

Jo. How now, what way tooke Faukenbridge I wonder ? 
That is not Glofter fore that attends on him. 

Fau He came not at the Shiriffes by the morrow mafle, 
I fought the Goldfmithes rowe and found him not ; 
Sirra, y'are fore he font not home my chaine ? 

Bio. Who fhould fend your chaine fir ? 

Fau. The Prince, Prince Iohn I lent it him to day. 1390 
lo. What's this they talke ? 

Bloc. By 

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Bio. By my truth Sir, and ye lent it him, I thinke you may 
goe look it : for one of the Drawers of the Salutation tolde 
me euen now, that he had tooke vp a chamber there till e- 
uening, and then he will away to Kent. 

Fau. Body of me, he meanes to fpend my chaine, 
Come Blocke He to him. 

Ioh. Heare you Faukenbridge ? 

Fau. Why what a knaue art thou ? younders Prince Iohn. 
Bl. Then the Drawer's a knaue, he told me Prince Iohn was 1400 
at the Salutation. 

Jo. Wheres Glofter Faukenbridge ? 

Fau. Sweet Prince I knowe not. 

Job. Come, ieft not with me, tell me where he is ? 

Fau I neuer few him fince the Parlament. 

To. Impudent lyar, didft thou not euen now 
Say thou woldft fetch him ? hadft thou not my fword ? 

Fau. Wert thou a King, I will not beare the lye, 
Thy fword ? no boy, thou feeft this fword is myne. 

Bh. My Mafter a Iyer ? Zounds wert thou a potentate, 1410 

Fau, I fcorne to weare thy armes vntutred childe, 
I fetch thee Glofter ? fhamelefle did I fee thee 
Since as I went this morning to the Siriffes, 
Thou borrowedft my gold chaine ? 

To. Thy chaine ? 

Fau. I hope thou wilt not cheate me princkocks Iohn. 

To. He cheat thee of thy life if thou charge me 
With any chaine. 

Fau. Come, let him come I pray, He whip yee boy, He teach 

you to out face. I 4 2 ° 

Bio. Come, come, come, but one at once, ye dafterds come 

Rich. Keepe the Kings peace, I fee you are both deceaud, 
He that was laft heare, was not Faukenbridge. 

Fau. They flaunder me, who fayes that I was heare ? 

Ric. Wee doe beleeue ye fir ; nor doe you thinke 
My brother Iohn deceiu'd you of a chayne. 

Fau. He did, I did deliuer it with this hand. 

Job. He dye vpon the flanderer, 

Fau. Let the boy come. 

Bio. I 

called Looke about you. 

Bio. I, let him come, let him come. x 43° 

Ric. Fellow, thou fpakft: euen now, as if Prince Iohn 
Had byn at fome olde Tauerne in the towne. 

Bio. I fir, I came vp now, but from the Salutation, 
And a drawer that doth not vfe to lye, tolde me 
Prince Iohn hath byn there all this after noone. 

fob. The Deuill in my likenefle then is there. 

Fau. The Deuill in thy likenefle or thy felfe, 
Had my gold chaine. 

lob. Thou art the Deuill, for thou 
Hadft my good fword, all thefe can witneffe it, 1440 

Fau. Gods Mother thou bely'ft mee. 

Jo. Giue me the lye ? 

Rich. Nay calme this fury, lets downe to the Tauerne, 
Or one, or both, thefe counterfeites are there. 

Fau. I know him well enough that had my chaine. 
And there be two Iohns, if I finde one there, 
BerLady, I will lay him faffc. 

Rich* It is this Skinke that mockes vs I beleeue. 

Job. Alas poore Skink it is the Deuill Glofter ; 
Who if I be fb happy once to finde, i4?o 
He giue contentment, to his troubled minde. 

Rcih. I hope he's far enough, and free enough : 
Yet thefe confeytes I know delight his fbule. 

Fau. Followe me Blocke, follow me honeft Blocke. 

Bio. Much follow you, I haue another peece of worke in 
hand ; I heare fay Redcaps father (hall bee hanged this after 
noone, He lee him flip a firing though I giue my feruice the 
flip ; befide my Lady bad me heare his examination at his 
death : He get a good place, and pen it word for word, and as 
I like it, fet out a moornefitll Dittie to the tune of Laban- 1460 
dalaftiot, or rowe wel ye Marriners, or fomwhat as my mufe 
fhall me inuoke. Exit. 

Enter Glofter like Faukenbridge with a Purfeuant, Glofter $ c . h 
hauing a paper in his band, the Purfeuant bare. 

Glo. A charytable deed, God blefle the King, 
He lhall be then repreeued. 

Pur. I fir, fome day or two, till the young King and Prince 

F ~ * Iohn 

A pleafant Commody, 
lohn chaunge it, efpecially if the good Earle bee not found 
which God forbid. 

Glo. What houfe is this that wee are ftept into to read this 1470 
warrant in ? 

Pur. A Tauerne fir, the Salutation. 

Glo. A Tauerne ? then I will turne prodigall, 
Call for a pint of Sacke good fellow. 

Pur. Drawer? 

Dra. Anan fir. 

Glo. A pint of thy belt Sacke my pretty youth. 
Dra. God blefle your worfhip fir, ye Ihal haue the beft in 
London fir. 

Gl. What knowft thou me? knowft thou old Faukenbridge ? 1480 
I am no Tauerne hunter I can tell thee. 

Draw. But my Mafter hath taken many a faire pound of 
your man Blocke ; he was heere to day fir, and fild two bot- 
tles of nippitate facke. 

Glo. Well, fill vs of your nippitate fir, 
This is well chauncft, but heere ye boy ? 
Bring Suger in white paper, not in browne ; 
For in white paper I haue heere a tricke, 
Shall make the Purfeuant firft fwound, then ficke. 
Thou honeft fellow what's thy name ? 149° 

Pur. My name is Winterborne fir. 

Glo. What countryman I prethee ? 

Pur. Barkefhire and pleafe ye. 

GL How long haft thou bin fworne a meflenger ? 

Pur. But yefterday and pleafe your worfhip, 
This is the Firfl imployment I haue had. 

Enter Drawer with wine and Suger. 

Glo. A good beginning, heere haue too thee fellow ; 
Thou art my fellow now thou ferueft the King, 
Nay take Suger too, Gods Lady deere, if 00 

I put it in my pocket, but it's heere: 
Drinke a good draught I prethee Winterborne. 

He drinies and falles ouer the Jioole. 

Dra. O Lord Sir Richard, the man, the man. 

Glo. What a fbrgetfull beaft am I ? peace boy, 

It is 

called Looke about you. 
It is his fafhion euer when he drinkes. 
Fellow he hath the falling fickenes, 
Run fetch two cufhions to rayfe vp his head, 
And bring a little Key to ope his teeth. Exit Drawer. 
Purfeuant, your warrant and your boxe, 1 5 

Thefe muft with me, the fhape of Faukenbridge 
Will holde no longer water heere about. 
Glofter wil be a proteus euery houre, 
That Elinor and Leyfter, Henry, lohn, 
And all that rabble of hate louing curres, 
May minifter me more mirth to play vpon 
Enter "Drawer. 

Dra. Heer's a key fir, and one of our folke to help. 

Glo. No matter for a key, help him but in, 
And lay him by the fire a little while, 15 
Hell wake immediatly, but be hart ficke, 
Ther's money for a candle and thy wine, 
He goe but vp vnto your Aldermans, 

And come downe prefently to comfort him.' Exeunt 

Within Ski. Drawer ? what Drawer ? with a vengeance Dra. Sc. 

Within Dra, Speake in the Crowne there. 

Enter Skinke like Prince John. 

Skin. They be come, the deuill crowne yee one by one, 
Skinke tho art betraide, that mafter Faukenbridge 
Miffing fome of his chaine, hath got thee dog'd. 1 
Drawer ? what Drawer ? 

Dra. Anan, anan fir. 

Ski. Was not fir Richard Faukenbridge below ? 
Dra, Yes and pleafe yee. 

Skin. It does not pleafe me wel, knowes he that I am heer ? 
Dra. No I proteft. 

Ski. Come hether firra, I haue little money, 
But thers fome few linkes of a chayne of golde : 
Vpon your honefty knowes not fir Richard, 
That I am heere ? 1 

Dra. No by my holy dam. 

Skin. Who's that was with him ? 

Dra. Why a Purfeuant 

F 2 Skin. Where 

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Skin. Where is fir Richard ? 

Dra. At the Aldermans. 

Skin. A Purfeuant and at the Aldermans. 
What Pyg, or Goofe, or Capon haue you kill'd, 
Withing your Kitchin new ? 

Dra. A pyg new ftickt. 

Skin. Fetch me a fawcer of the bloud, quicke run ; Exit. 15 5° 
He fit the Purfeuant, and Alderman, 
And Faukenbridge, if Skinke haue any wit. 
Well Glofter, I did neuer loue thee yet, 
But th'art the maddeft Lord that ere I met, 
If I fcape this, and meete thee once againe, 
Curfle Skinke, if he dye penny in thy det. 

Enter Drawer. 

Dra. O my Lord the houfe is full of holberts, and a great 
many Gentlemen aske for the roome where Prince Iohn is ? 
Skin. Lend me thy Aprone, runne and fetch a pot from the i?6o 
next roome. 

Betray 'd, fwounds betray'd, by gout, by palfie, by dropfie ; 
O braue boy, excellent bloud : vp, take my cloake 
And my hat to thy fhare, when I come from Kent, ile pay 
Thee like a King. 

Dra. I thanke you my Lord. Exit. 
Enter John, Richard. Faukenbridge, Shir iff es and Officers. 

Ski. Now fortune help or neuer: they come, and yee were a 
Prince as yee fay ye are, yee would bee afhamed to abufe a 
poore feruant thus, but and if you were not of the bloud 1 5 70 
Royall, Ide breake the necke of yee downe the ftayres, fo 
would I, Ide teach you to hurt prentifes. 

Hi. Who hurt thee fellow? 

Skin. Prince deuill or his dam, Prince Iohn they call him. 

Job. Glofter I hope. 

Ri. I doubt not but it's Skinke. 

To. Where is he ? 

Skin. Vp them ftayres, take heede of him. 
He's in the Crowne. 

Fau. Alas poore fellow, he hath crown'd thee flirewdly. i*8o 
Jo. In recompence, if it be him I feeke, 


called Looke about you. 
He giue thee his whole head to tread vpon. 
Follow me brother, come olde Faukenbridge, 
Keep the ftayres Shiriffes, you fee it waxeth darke, 
Take heede he flip not by you. Exeunt 

Shi. Hange your felues, this darkenes ftial conuay me out, 
He fwim the Thames, but He attaine Black-heath, (of doors 
London farewell, curfe Iohn, raue Faukenbridge, 
Skinke fcapes you all by twy lights priuyledge. 

VTithin. Where is he? lights, bring lights, drag out that boy. 1590 
Enter all with the boy. 

lo. This is my cloke, my hat, my rapier, 
And eyther it was Skinke or Glofter. 

Dra. I know not who twas fir, he faid he w T as Prince Iohn, 
he tooke away my aprone and a pottle pot with him, and al 
to bloudied his head and face. 

Fau. We met him, by S. Anthony, we met him. 

To. The fire of S. Anthony confound 
This changing counterfeit whatfoeuer he be. 

Rich. It makes me laugh at enuious greedines, 1^00 
Who feedes vpon her owne harts bitternes. 

loh. Sirra you that were borne to cry anan, 
What other copefmates haue you in the houfe ? 

Draw. Sir, my Maifters gefle be none of my copefmates, 

Jo. Well your gefle, can ye gefle who they be ? 

Draw. Marry heere's a purfeuant, that this Gentleman fir 
Richard Faukenbridge left fick euen now. 

Fau. Marry of God dyd I, thou lyiug knaue ? 

Dra. I am a poore boy fir, your worfhip may fay your plea- 
fnre, our maides haue had a foule hand with him, you faid he 1610 
would be ficke : fo he is with a witnefle. 

Ioh. Looke about Faukenbridge, heere's worke for you, 
You haue £bme euill Angell in your fliape, 
Goe firra, bring vs foorth that Purfeuant ? 

Enter two leading the Purfeuant ficke. 

Rich. Glofter, thou wilt be too too venterous, 
Thou dooft delight in thole odde humours fo, 
That much I feare they'll be thy ouerthrowe. ajide. 

Pur. OOO not too fell ; O I am ficke, O very ficke. 

F 1 Ioh. What 

A pleafant Commody 

Io. What picture of the peftilence is this ? itf*o 

Purf. A poore man fir, a poore man fir: downe I pray yee, 
I pray let me fit downe. A fir Richard, fir Richard, a good 
fir Richard: what haue I deferu'd to be thus dealt with all 
at your worfliips hands ? a ha, ah, ah. 

Fau. At my hands knaue ? at my hands paltry knaue ? 

Dra. And I fiiould be brought to my booke oath fir : 

JVithin. What Ieffrey ? 

Dra. Anan, anan. 

fob. A plague vpon your Ieffring, is your name Ieffrey ? 

Dra. I and't pleafe you fir. 1630 

Rich. Why gentle Ieffrey then ftay you awhile, 
What can you fay, if you come to your booke ? 

Dra. If I bee pof d vpon a booke fir, though I bee a poore 
prentife, I muft fpeake the truth, & nothing but the truth fir. 

Jo. And what's your truth fir ? 

Pur. O, O my heart. 

Dra. Mary fir this Knight, this man of worfhip. 
Fau. Well, what of me ? what did my worfhip doe ? 
Dra. Mary ye came into the Bel, our roome next the Barre, 
with this honeft man as I take it. 1640 
Fau. As thou tak'ft it ? 

Pur. O fir tis too true, too true, too true O Lord. 

Dra. And there he call'd for a pint of Sacke, as good Sacke 
(He bee poPd vpon all the bookes that euer opened and 
ftiut) as any is in all Chriftendome. 

Fau. Body of me, I come and call for Sacke ? 

Pur. O ye did, ye did, ye did, O O. 

lob. Well forward firra. 

Ric. Glofter hath done this ieft. 

Dra. And you call'd then for Suger fir, as good Suger and 16 %o 
as wholfome, as euer came in any cup of Sacke : you drunke 
to this man, and you doe well God be thanked, but hee no 
Iboner drunke: 

Pur. But I, but I, but I, O my head, O my heart. 

Rich. I cannot chule but fmile at thefe confeites. 

To. I am mad, and yet I muft laugh at Faukenbridge : 
Brother, looke how fir Richard actes his rage ? 

Fau. I 

called Looke about you. 

Fan. I came ? I call ? the man is like to dye, 
Practife by th'emafle, practife by the marry God, 
Iohn loues me not, Prince Richard loues my wife, 1660 
I ftiall be charg'd heere, for a poyfned knaue, 
Practife by th'Lord, practife I fee it cleare. 

Pur. And more Sir Richard, O Lord O Sir Richard, 

Fa. What more ? what haft thou more? what practife more ? 

Pur. O my box, my box, with the Kings armes, O my box, 
O my box, it coft me, O Lord euery penny O, my box, 

Rcih. And what of your box fir. 

Dra. Mary fir it's loft, & tis wel knowne my Mafter keeps 
no theeues in his houfe, O there was none but you and he. 

Fan. O then belike thou thinkeft I had his box, 1670 

Pur. O fir Richard I will not, O Lord I will not charge you 
for all the world, but, but, but for the warrant the olde King 
fignd to repreeue the Porter of the fleet, O God, O God ! 

lob. The Porter of the Fleet, the olde king fignd, 

Pur. I my good Lord, oh, oh, 

lo. Is he repreiued then ? 

Pur. No my Lord, O fir Richard tooke it from me with his 
owne hand, O. 

Fau. Heeres a deuice to bring me in contempt 
With the olde King, that I euer lou'd, 1680 
Princes and Shiriffe, you can witnefle with me, 
That I haue bin with you, this after noone, 
Onely with you, with no body but you, 
And now a fellow whome the King would laue, 
By a repreiue, this fellow fayes is hang'd, 

lo. If thou hadft done it, Ide haue iuftified it, 
But Richard I conceipt this ieft already, 
This mad mate Skinke, this honeft merry knaue, 
Meeting this Purfeuant, and hearing tell 

He had a warrant to repreeue a flaue, 1^90 

Whome we would hang: ftole it away from him. 

This is fiire the left, vpon my life it is, 

Pur. O but my warrant, how fliall I doe ? O, 
jRic. But looke about you, hot braind brother Iohn, 

And I beleeue youl finde it otherwife, 


A pleafant Commody, 
Glofter hath got the warrant in difguife, 
And fau'd the fellow you fb faine would hang. 

To. No, no, how fay you M. Shiriffe, is he not hang'd ? 

Shi. My Lord, the gibbet was fet vp by noone 
In the olde Bayly, and I charg'd my men, x 7oo 
If I returne not, though it were by Toarch light, 
To fee him executed ere they come. 

Jo. I am greedy to heare newes. 

Fau. Rob'd of my chaine, out-fac'd I had a fwoord, 
Accuf '& of poyfbning, coufonage, feeking bloud ? 
Not to be borne : it is vntollerable. 

Rich. Sir Richard, I prethee haue fome patience. 

Fau. He to Blacke-heath, talke not of patience, 
It is intollerable, not to be borne. 

To. It is intollerable not to be borne, 17 10 

A warrant brother, Faukenbridge a warrant ? 

Fau. I faw no warrant, I defie you all. 

Jo. A flaue, a Purfeuant, one winter borne. 

Fau. I care not for thee that winter borne. 

Pur. O it is I fir, that's my warrant. 

To. Ift you ? you rogue, you drunkerd ; ye are cheated, 
And we are cheated of the prifbner, 
Out dog, dog. 

Pur. O 6 6 6 my Lord. Exit and Drawer. 

Shi. Haue patience and we wil haue a priuy fearch. 1720 

loh. Goe hang ye block-heads, get ye from my fight, 
O would I were a Bafiliske, to kill 
Thefe gleare ey'd villaines. 

Shir. Come away let's leaue him. Exeunt Shiriffes 

We haue a warrant let him doe his worft. and Officers. 

Fau. He to Blacke-heath, He to the holy Hermit, 
There fhall I knowe not onely thefe deceiuers, 
But how my wife playes fafl and loofe with Richard, 
Ha, I fhall fit them, He tickle them, 

He doo't, He hence, He to the Heath amaine, Exit. 1730 

loh. There fhall I know, where this damned Glofter is, 
He haue the Deuils rouf 'd to finde that Deuill, 
Or elfe He coniure the olde Coniurer. 


called Looke about you. 
He to Blacke-heath, and there with friends confpire, 
But He haue Gloflers head my hearts defire. 

Rich. Would mad Earle Robyn faw thefe humouriftes. 
Twol'd feed him fat with Laughter ; O twold fit him, 
Where euer he is, I knowe the bare confute 
Is better to him than his daintieft fbode, 

Well, and it fits mee well, now I haue time. &74© 

To coort my Lady Faukenbridge at leyfiire, 

Loue I emplore thy aide faire Cipria, 

Thou fea-borne mother at affections ring, 

Shine brightly in thy fphere, that at my ffcarre, 

My plannet thou of all lights moft beautious, 

Be thou to my defires Aufpitious. Exit, 

Enter Robin Hood in the Lady Faukenbridges Sc. xi 

gowne, night attire on his head. 
Rob. O for this Lady, was neuer poore Gentleman troubled 
with Gentlewoman as I am with my felfe, my Lady Fauken- 175© 
bridge hath fitted me a turne, heere I am vifited with fleeue- 
leffe errands and with asking for this thing Madam and that 
thing Madam, that they make me almoft mad in earneft. 
whoop heer's another Client. 

Enter a Seruingman. 
Ser. Heer's my Lady Rawfords Page attends to fpeake with 

your Ladyftiip. 
Rob. I pray ye bid her Lordihips Page come into my 
Ladyftiip : well Robin Hood, part with thefe pettycoates, 
And call thefe loofe deuices from thy backe, *7^o 
He nere goe more vntrufl, neuer bee kercheft. 
Neuer haue this adoe, with what doe you lacke ? 
Enter Page. 

Pag. Madam my Lady greets your honour kindely, 
And fends you the firft grapes of her young vine. 

Rob I am much indepted to her honour, thers an angel for 
you to drinke ; fet them vp till after fupper. Humphery, pray 
looke about for Blocke. Humphery? truffc mee I thinke the 
foole be loft. 

Pa. No forfooth, Madam hee's vpon the greene letting 1770 
with a flammerer, one Redcap. 

G Rob. it is 

A pleafant Commody 

Rob. It is a lewd fellowe, pray bid him come in youth, lie 
giue him his welcome at the doore: commend me to your 
Lady, I pray ye hartily. Exit Page 

Humphrey, I maruell where fir Richard is fo late ? truely, 
truely hee does not as befeemes a gentleman of his calling, 
pray let fome goe foorth to meete him on the greene, and 
fend in that blockehead Blocke. Exit Humphrey. 

Enter Redcap and Blocke after him. 

Bloc. Wil ye tel tales ye affe, will ye ? 1780 

Red. He te te tell your La La Lady or I would to g God we 
were ha hang'd elfe, as my fa father fhould haue bin. 

Rob. Now what's the matter there I pray you ? what com- 
pany haue you there a gods name ? where fpend you the day 
I pray ? 

Bloc. Why where you gaue me leaue, at the gallows I was, 
no farther. 

Red. A a and you be his La Lady, you are the La Lady Fau 
Faukenbridge, the Earle of glo Glofters filler. 

Rob. I am fo fellow. 1790 

Red. Y y your man b b Blocke heere, does no nothing but f 
f floute m me, a and cr cries r run Re Redcap ad f f fee your f 
f father ha ha hang'd. I fli flial g go neere to m make m mur- 
der and he v vie it. 

Rob. Wei firra, leaue your mocking you were belt, He bob 
your beetle head and if you mocke him. 

Bio. He's run Redcap. 

Red. La la law ma Madam. 

Rob. Away ye fancy fbole, goe waite within. 

Bio. Run Redcap, run Redcap. Exit. 1800 

Rob. Art thou the Porters fonne, that was condemned a- 
bout my brother Glofter ? 

Red. I g g God be with ye, I am the p p Porters fbn, I m mufi 
r run to f f feeke your b br brother. 

Rob. Wei, drinke that fellow, if thou finde my brother bee 
not too violent, and He reward thee. 

Red. I th th thanke ye h hartily, and I had not bin coufbned 
with Sk Skinke, I had no nee need of thefe ia iaunts, for Gl 
Glofter was f lafe enough. 


called Looke about you. 

Enter Blocke and the Porter with his cloake muffled. 1810 
Bio. Ah farewel Redcap. 

Red, Fa fare we wel and be ha hang. Exit. 
Rob. You'll neuer leaue your knauery, whofe there more ? 
Bio. One Madam that hath commendations to you from 
your brother. 

Rob. Commeft thou from Glofter ? thou art welcome friend 

Bio. O it's one of the kindeft Ladies (though ihe wil now & 
then haue about with Block) that euer breathy, and fhe had 
been in her mood now, Redcap would haue made her fiich 
fp fp fport as't a pa pa paft. 1820 

Rob. Wil you make fport and fee who knockes againe ? 

Bl. Our gates are like an Anuile, from foure to ten, nothing 
but knicke a knocke vpon't. Exit. 

Rob. Wil you be gone fir ? honeft friend I am glad 
My brother Glofter got thy liberty, 
Whofe flight was caufe of thy captiuity : 
Nor fhal there be in vs fuch negligence, 
Though thou haue loft thy Office and thy houfe, 
But we wil fee thee better farre prouided, 

Than when thou wert porter in the Fleete. J %3° 

Enter Blocke. 

Bio. Madam your olde friend Prince Richard, 
All alone, making mone, fetching many a greeuous grone. 

Rob. Prince Richard come fo late ? lights to his chamber, 
Sirra, in any cafe fay I am ficke. 

Bio. Very ficke,ficke and like to dye: He ling it and you wil. 

Ro. Away ye knaue, tel him, in the morning 
He humbly waite vpon his excellence. 

Bio. That's all his defire to haue ye lowly and humble, and 
tis a courteous thing in a Lady. Exit. 1840 

Ro. Hence, or elfe ile fet you hence : goe in good friend. 
Come Lady Faukenbridge, it's time to come, 
Robin can holde out no longer I fee, 

Hot wooers will be tempters prefently. Exit 

Enter Skinke like a Hermit. Sc. xti 

Ski. Now holy Skinke in thy religious weed ? 
Looke out for purchafe, or thy wonted clyants : 

G a Warrants 

A pleafant Commody 
Warrents quoth you, I was fairely warrented, 
Young Robin Hood the Earle of Huntington, 
Shall neuer fetch me more vnto his Prince. 1850 

Enter Ladie Faukenbridge in Merchants wiues attyre. 
But pauca verba Skinke, a prize, a prize, 
By th'mas a pretty girle, clofe Hermit clofe, 
Ore-heare if thou canft, what (he defires, 
For fo my cunning and my credit fpreads. 

La. See how affection armes my feeble ftrength, 
To this fo defperate iourneying all alone, 
While Robin Hood young Earle of Huntington, 
Playes Lady Faukenbridge for me at home. 

Ski. What miftery is this ? the Lady Faukenbridge, i860 
It's flie, fweet fortune thou haft fent her wel, 
I will intice this morcell to my Cell : 
Her husband's iealious, I will giue him caufe, 
As he beleeues, I hope it ftiall fucceed ; 
Nay fwounds it flial, (he's mine in fcorne of fpeed. 

La. By this broad beaten path, it fhould appeare, 
The holy Hermits Caue cannot be farre, 
And if I erre not, this is he himfelfe. 

Ski. What houour'd tongue enquereth for the Hermit ? 

La. What honour'd tongue ? l8 7° 

Ski. I Lady Faukenbridge, 
I know ye, and I know for what you come, 
For Glofter and your husbands iealoufie. 

La. O thou, whofe eye of contemplation, 
Lookes through the windows of the higheft heauens, 
Refolue thy Hand-maide, where Earle Glofter hues : 
And whether he ftial hue, and fcape the hate, 
Of proude young Henry and his brother Iohn ? 

Ski. He haue you firft in, He tel you more anone. 
Madam, they fay bufties haue eares and eyes, 1880 
And thele are matters of great fecrecy : 
And you'll vouchfafe enter my holy Cell, 
There what you long to know, ile quickely tell. 

Enter Iohn and Faukenbridge. 

La, Stay heere are ftrangers. 

Ski A 

called Looke about you. 
Ski. A plague vpon them, come they in the nicke, 
To hinder Raynald of his Foxes tricke? 
Jo. Good day olde Hermit. 
Fau. So to you faire Dame. 

To. By Elinors gray eye {he's faire indeed ; 1890 
Sweet heart come ye for holy benizons ? 
Hermit haft thou good cuftome with fuch Cliants ? 
I cannot blame your feates, your iugling trickes, 
Plague iuggle you. 

La. Why cur lie ye facred worth ? 

Fau. Ill done in footh my Lord, very ill done. 
Wrong holines : a very pretty woman. 
Mocke grauity ; by the mafle a cherry lippe, 
A it's not wel done, deride a holy Hermit ? 

lob. I haue it in my purfe fliall make amends. 1900 

Ski. His purfe and yours, lhall make me fome amends, 
For hindring me this morning from the Lady ; 
For fearing me at Tauerne yefternight, 
For hauing backe your chaine, He fit you both. 

To. Hermit, a word. 

Fau. A word with you faire miftrefle. 

To. Where lye your deuils that tel all your newes ? 
Would you would trouble them for halfe an houre, 
To know what's become of traytor Glofter, 

That in my cloathes brake prifon in the Fleete ? 19 10 

Ski. No, it was Skinke. 
Jo. Come olde foole yee dote. 
Ski. But heare me. 
Fau. Heare him Prince. 

To. S wounds whoheares you? He make your Lady graft ye 

for this worke : but to your tale fir. 
Ski. Knowe thrife honour'd Prince, that Skinke did coufen 

Redcap of his cloathes. 
Glofter did couzen Skinke, and fo efcapt. 
Jo. Well done Faukenbridge ? 1920 
Fau. My Lord, he tels you true. 
Jo. You finde it on her lippes : but forward fir. 
Ski. Twas Skinke in Glofters gowne, whome you did vifit, 


A pleafant Commody 
That playd at bowles and after ftole your cloths, 
While you went into the Lord Moortons chamber. 

To. This fauors of fbme truth, 

Fau. Tis very like, 

Joh. Well Faukenbridge by heauen He tell your wife, 

Fau. Shel much beleeue you : you will come ? 
Tell me of my wife : this euening faile me not. i93° 
My wife quoth you : He fend my wife from home, 
Do, tell my wife prince Iohn, by my deare mother, 
I loue her too too well to like another. 

La. It feemes fo fox, O what a world is this, 
There moft finne raynes where leaft fufpition is, 

Fau. You'l come. 

La. I will not faile, I warrant you, 
Jo. Hermit is all this true, 

Ski. Himfelfe deliuer not lb much before ye fleepe, 
Roote me from out the borders of this Realme. i?4° 

Jo. Well by your leaue fir Richard Faukenbridge, 
Hence free from feare, youl melt youl melt olde man, 

Fau. Nay take her to you, fhe is a fhrow I warrant, 
He to the holy Hermit, and inquire, 
About my chaine, your fword, the Purfeuant 
And other matters that I haue to a(ke, 

Ski. Your welcome good fir Richard, 

To. Nay doe not ftand on tearmes, I am fire, all life, 
Nor neuer tell me that I haue a wife. 

I doe not meane to marry, ye think fo, 19*0 
But to be merry, you the manner knowe. 
And you will haue me, haue me, poynt a meeting, 
He be your true loue, you ftiall be my fweeting, 
If you deny to promife, this is plaine 
He haue my will eare you get home againe. 
La. moft gratious Lord. 

To. Tut tell not me of grace I like no goodnes but a beauti- 
ous face. 

Be therefore breefe, giue me your hand & fweare, 

Or He away with you into the heath, i960 

Neither fhall Faukenbridge nor Hermit helpe, 


called Looke about you. 
And what I doe lie anfwer well enough. 

La. Why, then my Lord. 

Jo. Nay do not ftand on then, 
But tell me when my Lord {hall haue you Lady, 
Its prefently, ile venter for a baby. 

La. This night at flepney by my fummer houfe, 
There is a tauerne which I fbmetime vfe, 
When we from London come a goflbping, 

It is the Hinde. i 97 o 

lo. Giue me thy pretty hand. 
Thoult meet me at the Hinde, Ile by thy Roe, 

La. One words enough, 

fob. Suffice then be it fo, 

La. Ile fit my olde adulterer and your grace, 
Ile lend the Princefle thether in my place. 

Fa. Prince Iohn, Prince lohn, the Hermit teles me wonders. 
He fayes it was Skinke that fcapt vs at the Tauerne, 
Skinke had my chaine : nay fure that Skinke did all. 

Skin. I fay goe but to yonder corner, 1980 
And ere the Sun be halfe an hower higher, 
Ther will the theefe attempt a robery, 

To. Who Skinke? 

Fau. Will Skinke? 

Ski. I Skinke vpon my word. 

Fau. Shal we goe feaze vpon him good Prince Iohn ? 

To. Nay we will haue him that's no queftion. 
And yet not hurte the honeft rogue, 
hell helpe vs well in queft of changeing Glofter, 
Hermit far well, Lady keepe your houre. 1990 

Fau. Adeiu olde Hermit : foone in th'euening Lafle, 

La. Ile meet you both, and meet with both of you. 
Father what anfwere doe you giue to me ? 

Ski. Lady ftart downe I muft into my cell, 
Where I am curing of a man late hurt, 
He dreft, I muft vnto my Orizons, 
In halfe an houre al wil be difpatcht, 
And then I will attend your Ladyfhip. 

La. At your beft leafiire father, O the life 


A pleafant Commody 
That this thrife reuerend Hermit leadeth heere* 2-000 
How farre remote from mortall vanities, 
Baites to the foule, enticements to the eye ? 
How farre is he vnlike my luftfull Lord ? 
Who being giuen himfelfe to be vnchafle, 
Thinke all men like himfelfe, in their effects, 
And iniures me, that neuer had a thought, 
To wrong the facred rytes of fpotleffe faith. 

Enter Skinkevoith a patch on his face, and a F auk oners lure 
in his hand. 

Ski. Hermit farewel, ile pay ye or fpeake with ye next time 2010 
I fee yee. Sweete moufe the Hermit bids you Hay heere, 
hell viflt you anon. Now Iohn and Faukenbridge, lie match 
yee, and I doe not fay Skinkes a wretch, a wren, a worme, 
when I haue trickt them, Madam I will trimme you. Com- 
modity is to be prefer'd before pleafure. About profit Skink, 
for crownes for crownes, that make the kingly thoughts. 

La. I am aflur'd that man's fome murderer, Exit. 
Good Father Hermit fpeake and comfort me, 
Are ye at prayers good olde man ? I pray ye fpeake, 
What's heere a beard ? a counterfeited hayre ? *©2o 
The Hermits portes ? garments and his beades ? 
Iefiis defend me I will fly this denne, 
It's fome theeues caue, no haunt for holy men. 
What if the murderer, (as I ges him one) 
Set on my hufband, tufh Prince Iohn and hee 
Are able to defend them noble felues, 
How eare, I will not tarry, Ile away, 
Leaft vnto theft and rape, I prooue apray. Exit. 

Enter Skinke Solus. 
Skin. Younder they are Ile fit them, heers my ground : Sc. xm 
Wa ha how, wa ha how, wa ha how ? 203 1 

Enters Faukenbridge. 
Fau. I warrant ye my Lord fome man's diftreft. 
/oh. Why man tis a Faulconer. 

Fau. Mary 

called Looke about you. 
Fa. Mary of me good fellow, I did think thou hadft bin robd. 

Ski. Rob'd, fir no, he that comes to rob me flial haue a hard 
match on't, yet two good fellows had like to bin rob'd by 
one tall theefe, had not I ftept in: abots on him, I loft a hauke 
by him, & yet I car'd not to fend another after him, fb I could 
find the theefe ; and here about he is. I know he is fquatted. 2040 

Fau^ Sayft thou me fo ? we'l finde him by S. Mary. 
An honeft fellow, a good common wealths man. 

To. There are caues heereabout good fellow, are there not ? 

Ski. Yes fir, tread the ground fir, & you ftial heare their 
hollownes, this way fir this way. 

To. Help Faukenbridge. 

Fau. O help me good prince Iohn. 

Skin. He helpe you both, deliuer fir deliuer, Swounds lin- 
ger not : Prince Iohn put vp your purfle, or ile throw pon- 
niards downe vpon your pate. Quickely, when? I am Skink 20?© 
that fcapt ye yefternight, and fled the Fleete in your cloake, 
carrying mee cleane out of winde and raine. I broke the 
bonds and linkes that fettered your chaine amity, this cheate 
is mine : Farewel I cannot ftay, fweet Prince, olde Knight, 
I thanke ye for this pray. 

Fau. Gods mary mother, heer's a ieft indeed, 
We came to take, a theefe takes vs : 
Where are ye good my Lord ? 

Jo. No matter where, I thinke I was fbre-fpoken at y teate, 
This damn'd rogue feru'd me thus ? Glofter and he zo6o 
Vpon my life conclude in villany. 
He was not wont to plot thefe ftratagems, 
Lend me your hand a little, come away, 
Let's to the Cell againe, perchaunce the Hermit 
Is Skinke, and theefe, and Hermit al in one. 

Fau. Mary a God then ten to one its fo, 
Wei thought on Princely Iohn, 
He had my chayne, no doubt he had your fwoord. 

loh. If there be now no Hermit at the Cel, 20^9 
Ile fweare by al the Saints its none but he. Exeunt. 

Enter Glojier in the Hermits gowne, putting Sc. xfo 

on the heard. 

H Glo. This 

A pleafant Commody 
Glo. This accident hath hit thy humour Glofter, 

From purfeuant ile turne a Hermit now. 

Sure he that keeps this Cell is a counterfeit, 

Elfe what does he heere with falfe hayre and beard ? 

Well how fb eare it be, Ile feeme to be 

The holy Hermit : for fiich fame there is, 

Of one accounted reuerend on this heath. 

Enter Skinke. 2,080 
Ski. Ile faine vnto my cell, to my faire Lady, 

But Iohn and Faukenbridge are at my heeles. 

And fbme od mate is got into my gowne, 

And walks deuoutly like my counterfeite, 

I cannot ffcay to queftion with you now, 

I haue another gowne, and all things fit, 

Thefe guefts once rid, new mate ? Ile bum, Ile marke you. 
Gl. What's he a gods name ? he is quickly gone, 

I am for him, were he Robin-good fellow, 

Whofe yonder the Prince Iohn and Faukenbridge ? 2090 
I thinke they haunt me like my genii^ 
One good the other ill, by th'mas they prye 
And looke vppon me but fufpitioufly. 

lo. This is not Skinke, the Hermit is not Skinke : 
He is a learned reuerend holy man. 

Fan. He is he is a very godly man. 
I warrant ye, he's at his booke at's prayers, 
Wee fhould haue tooke you, by my hollydam 
Euen for a very theefe. (me fo, 

Glo. Now God forfend fiich noblemen as you fhould gefle 2100 
I neuer gaue fiich caufe for ought I knowe. 

Ioh. Yet thou didft tell vs Skinke fhould doe a roberye, 
Appoynted vs the place, and there we found him, 

Fau. And he felt vs, for he hath rob'd vs both. 

Glo. He's a lewd fellow, but he fhall be taken. 

To. I had rather heere of Glofter then of him. 

Glo Glofter did cheat him, of the fame golde chaine, 
That deceiu'd Sir Richard Faukenbridge. 
He got your fword Prince Iohn : twa's he that faude 
The porter, and beguil'd the Purfeuant, 2 no 

Job. A 

called Looke about you. 
loh. A vengaunce on him. 

Glo. Doo not curfle good Prince, he's bad enough, twere 
better pray for him. 

Jo. He kill thee, and thou bid me pray for him. 
He fell woods, and ring thee round with fire, 
Make thee an offilng vnto fierce reuenge, 
If thou haue but a thought to pray for him. 

Glo. I am bound to pray for all men, chefely chriftians. 

Ioh. Ha ha, for chriftians, thinkft thou he is one ? 
For men : haft thou opinion he is a man ? 
He that changes himfelfe to fundry fhapes, 
Is he a chriftian ? can he be a man ? 
O, Irreligious thoughts, 

Glo. Why worthy Prince I faw him chriftened, dept into 

To. Then nyne times like the northen laplanders, (the font 
He backward circled the facred Font, 
And nyne times backward fayd his Orifons, 
As often curft the glorious hoaft of heauen, 
As many times inuocke the fiends of hell, 
And lb turn'd witch, for Glofter is a witch. 

Glo. Haue patient Gentle Prince, he fhall appeare, 
Before your Kingly father fpeedily. 

To. Shall he indeed ? fweet comfort kiffe thy cheeke, 
Peace circle in thy aged honoured head, 
When he is taken : Hermit I proteft 
He build thee vp a chappell and a fhrine : 
He haue thee worfhipt, as a man deuine, 
Affiire he fhall come, and Skinke fhall come. 

Glo. I that fame Skinke, I prethee fend that Skinke, 

Job. Send both, and both as prifoners crimminate 
Shall forfeite their laft liues to Englands ftate, 
Which way will Faukenbridge ? 

Fan. Ouer the water, and fo with al fpeed I may to Stepney 

To. I mull to Stepney too, and reuile, and be blith, 
Olde winke at my mirth, t'may make amends, 
So thou, and I, and our friends, may be friends, 

Fau. Withall my heart, withall my heart Prince, 
Olde Faukenbridge will waite vppon your grace, 

Ha * Bee 

A pleafant Commody, 
Be good to Glofter for my Marrians lake, 

And me and myne you {hall your feruants make, 2r T° 

Glo. Of that anon my pleafure being feru'd, 
Glofter {hall haue what Glofter hath deferu'd. 

Fan. Why, that's well faid, adew good honest Hermit, Exit. 

To. Hermit farwell, if I had my defire, 
He make the world thy wonderous deeds admire, Exit. 

Glo. Still good, ftill palling good, Glofter is ftill 
Henryes true hate, foe to Iohns froward will. 
No more of that for them in better tyme, 
If this fame Hermit be an honeft man, 

He will protect me by this fimple life, ai^o 

If not I care not, He be euer Glofter, 

Make him my foot ftole if he be a flaue, 

For Bafeneffe ouer worth can haue no power. 

Robin be thinke thee, thou art come from Kings, 

Then fcorne to be flaue to vnderlings, 

Looke well about thee Lad and thou {halt fee. 

Them burft in enuy that would iniure thee. 

Hermit He meet you in your Hermits gowne, 

Honeft, He loue you: worfe, He knocke you downe. Exit. 

Enter Prince Richard with muficke. Sc. xv 

Kinde friends, wee haue troubled Lady Faukenbridge, 
And eyther {he's not willing to be feene, 
Or els not well : or with our boldnefle greeu'd, 
To eafe thefe I haue brought you to this window, 
Knowing your are in muficke excellent, 
I haue pend a ditty heere : and I defire 
You would fing it for her loue and my content, 

Mufu With all my heart my Lord. 

Enter Robin Hood like the Lady. 

Rob. Your excellence forgets your Princely worth, 2180 
If I may humbly craue it at your hands, 
Let me defire this muficke be difmift, 

Ric. For beare I pray and with draw your felues. 
Be not offended gratious Marrian, Exeunt Muficke. 

Vnder the vpper heauen, nine goodly fpheres, 


called Looke about you. 
Turne with a motion euer muficall, 
In Pallaces of Kings, meliodious founds, 
Offer pleafiires to ther fbueraignes eares. 
In Temples, milke white clothed queriftors, 
Sing facred Anthemes bowing to the fhrine, 
And in the feelds whole quires of winged clarkes, 
Salutes the morning bright and Chriflaline, 
Then blame not me, you are my heauen, my Queene, 
My faint, my comfort, brighter then the morne, 
To you all muficke, and all praife is due. 
For your delight you for delight was borne, 
The world wold haue no mirth, no ioy, no day, 
If from the world your beautie were away. 

Rob. Fie on loues blafphemie and forgery, 
To call that in, thats onely mifery, 
I that am wedded to fufpitious age, 
Solicited by your lafciuious youth, 
I that haue one poore comforte lining, 
Glofter my brother, my hie harted brother, 
He flies for feare, leaft he fhould faint and fall 
Into the hands of hate tirannicall. 

Ric. What would you I fhould doe ? 

Rob. I would full faine, my brother Glofter had his peace 

A certaine token of his good eftate, 
And after pacyfie my brothers wrath ? 
Say youl loue, wel be fortunate, 
Rob. I will. 

Rich. No more, I vow to dye vnbleft 
If I performe not this inpofed queft, 
But one word Madam pray can you tell. 
Where Huntington my ward is ? 

Rob. I was bold to fend yong Robin Hood your noble ward 
Vpon fome bufines of import for me. 

Ri. I am glad he is imployde in your affayres, 
Farewell kinde faire, let one cloudy frowne 
Shaddow the bright funne of thy beauties light. 

H l 


A pleafant Commody, 
Be confident in this, ile finde thy brother, 
Rayfe power but wel haue peace, onely performe 
Your gratious promife at my backe returne. 

Rob. Wel, heer's my hand, Prince Richard that fame night 
Which fecondeth the day of your returne, 
Ile be your bedfellow, and from that houre 

Forfweare the loathed bed of Faukenbridge : **3° 
Be fpeedy therefore, as you hope to fpeed. 

Ric. O that I were as large wing'd as the winde, 
Then fhould you fee my expeditious will : 
My moft defire, adew, guefle by my hafte, 
Of your fweet promife the delicious tafte. Exit. 

Rob. Why fo : I am rid of him by this deuife, 
He would elfe haue tyred me with his fighes and fongs, 

Enter Blocke. 
But now I fhall haue eafe, heere comes the Saint, 
To whom fuch fute was made. 

Bl My Lady Gentlewoman is eue n heere in her priuitye 
walke, Madam heer's the Marchants wife was heere yefter- 
day would fpeak^ with yee; O I was fomewhat bolde to 
bring her in. 

Ro. Wel leaue vs fir ; y'are welcome gentlewoman. 

Bio. Thefe women haue no liberality in the world in them, 
I neuer let in man to my Lady, but I am rewarded. 

Rob. Pleafe ye to walke fir ? wherfore mumble ye ? 

La. Robin what newes? how haft thou done this night ? 

Ro. My Ladifhip hath done my part, my taske, zz$o 
Lyne all alone for lacke of company, 
I might haue had Prince Richard, 

La. Was he heere ? 

Rob. He went away but now ; I haue bin lou'd & wood too 
God rid me of the woman once againe, (fimply, 
Ile not be tempted fb for all the world, 
Come, wil you to your chamber and vncafe ? 

La. Nay keep my habit yet a little while, 
Olde Faukenbridge is almofl at the gate, 

I met him at Black heath iuft at the Hermits, 2260 
And taking me to be a Merchants wife, 


called Looke about you. 
Fell mightily in loue, gaue me his ring, 
Made me proteft that I would meete him heere. 
I tolde him of his Lady, O tut quoth he, 
He (hake her vp, ile packe her out of fight, 
He comes kinde Robin Hood, holde vp the ieft. 

Enter Sir Rich. Faukenbridge and Blocke. 
Fau. Gods mary knaue, how long hath fhe bin heere ? 
Bio. Sir flie came but euen in afore you. 

Fa. A cunning queane, a very cunning queane, 2270 
Go to your bufines Block, ile meete with her. (wards. Exit. 

Bio. Ah old Mutton mounger I beleeue heer's worke to- 

Fau. Doe not beleeue her Mall, doe not beleeue her : 
I onely fpake a word or two in ieft, 
But would not for the world haue bin fo mad, 
Doe not beleeue her Mall, doe not beleeue her : 

Rob. What fhould I not beleeue ? what doe you meane ? 

La. Why good Sir Richard, let me fpeake with you, 
Alas wil you vndoe me ? wil you ftiame me ? 
Is this your promife ? came I heere for this ? 2280 
To be a laughing ftocke vnto your Lady 

Rob. How now Sir Richard, what's the matter there ? 

Fa. Ile talke with you anon, come hyther woman ? 
Didft not tel my wife what match we made : ? 

La. I tel your wife ? thinke ye I am fuch a beaft ? 
Now God forgiue ye, I am quite vndone. 

Fau. Peace duck, peace ducke, I warrant al is wel. 

Rob. What's the matter ? I pray ye fir Richard tell me ? 

Fau. Mary Mall thus, about fbme twelue monthes fince, 
Your brother Glofter, that mad prodigall, 2290 
Cauf'd me to pafle my word vnto her husband, 
For fome two thouland pound : or more perchaunce, 
No matter what it is, you fhall not know, 
Nay ye fhal neuer aske to know. 

Rob. And what of this ? 

Fau. Mary the man's decayde, 
And I beleeue a little thing would pleafe her ; 
A very little thing, a thing of nothing. 
Goe in good Mall, and leaue vs two alone, 


A pleafant Commody 
He deale with ye as fimply as I can. *3 00 

La. Fox looke about ye, ye are caught yfaith. 

Rob. Deale with her fimply, 6 ho ; what kinde of dealing ? 
Can ye not deale with her and I be by ? 

Fau. Mary a God, what are ye iealous ? 
Ye teach me what to doe : in, get "you in. 

I haue heard Prince Richard was your gueft, 
How dealt you than ? In get you in I fay, 
Muft I take care about your brothers debts, 

And you ftand crofling me, in, or ile fend you in. Exit Robin. 
Ha firra, youl be mafter, youl weare the yellow, *3 10 

Youl be an ouer-feer : mary Ihal yee. 

La. Ye are too curft (methinkes fir) to your Lady ; 

Fau. Ah wench content thee, I muft beare her hard, 
Elfe fliel be prining into my dalliances : 

1 am an olde man fweet girle I muft be merry, 
All fteele, al fpright, keep in health by change, 
Men may be wanton, wowen muft not range. 

La. You haue giuen good counfel fir, ile repent me, 
Heer's your ring, ile onely loue my husband. 

Fau. I meane not fo, I thinke to day thou toldes me * 3 20 

Thy husband was an vnthrift, and a bankrout, 
And he be fo, tut thou haft fauour ftore, 
Let the knaue beg, beauty cannot be poore. 

La Indeed my husband is a bankrout, 
Of faith, of loue, of fhame, of chaftity, 
Dotes vpon other women more then me. 

Fau. Ha doe he fo ? then giue him tit for tat, 
Haue one fo young and faire, and loues another, 
He's worthy to be coockolded by the maffe. 
What is he olde or young? 2330 

La. About your age. 

Fa. An old knaue and cannot be content with fiich a peate, 
Come to my clofet girle, make much of me, 
Well appoint a meeting place fbme twife a weake, 
And ile maintaine thee like a Lady, ha ? 

La. O but youll forget me prefently, 
When you looke well vpon your Ladies beauty. 

Fau. Who 

called Looke about you. 
Fau. Who vpon her? why Ihe is a very dowdy, 
A dilhclout, a fbule Iipfie vnto thee, 

Come to my cloflet lafle, there take thy earneft 234© 
Of lone, of pleafiire and good maintenaunce. 
La. I am very fearefull. 

Fau. Come foole neuer feare I am Lord heare, who fhall 
difturb as then? 
Nay come, or by the rood lie make you come, 
La. Help Madam Faukenbridge for gods fake. 

Enter Robin Hood and Blocke. 
Fau. How now, what meanft ? 
La. Help Gentle Madam help, 

Hob. How now what aylft thou? 23.5© 
Bloc. Nay and't be a woman, nere feare my mafter Madam 
La. Why fpeakft thou not, what aylft thou ? 
Fau. Why nothing, by the rood nothing fhe ayls. 
La. O Madam this vile man w T ould haue abufed me, 
And forcft me to his cloffet, 

Rob, Ah olde cole, now looke about, you are catcht, 

La. Call in your fellowes blocke, 

Fa. Doe not thou knaue, 

La. Doe or He cracke your crowne, 

Bio. Nay He doo't, I knowe (he meanes to fhame you. Exit. 2360 

Fau. Why Mall wilt thou beleeue this paultrie woman ? 
Hufwife He haue you whipt for flaundring me. 

Ro. What Leacher, no fhe is an honeft woman, 
Her husbands well knowne, all the houfhold knowes. 

Bio. Heer's fbme now, to tell all the towne your mynd. 

La. Before ye all I muffc lure complaine, 
You fee this wicked man, and ye all knowe 
How oft he hath byn Iealous of my life, 
Sufpecting falfhood being falfe himfelfe ; 

Bio. O maifter, O maifter, 2370 

Fau. She flaunders me. fhe is a coufoning queane, 
Fetch me the Conftable, He haue her punifht, 

La. The Conftable for me fie, fie vpon ye, 
Madam do you know this ring ? 

Rob. It is fir Richards. 

I Bio. O 

A pleafant Commody 

Bio. O I, that's my mafters too lure. 

Fau. I mary, I did lend it to the falfe drab 
To fetch fome money for that bankrout knaue 
Her husband, that lyes prifoner in the Fleete. 

La. My husband bankrout? my husband in the Fleete prifo- 1380 
No, no, he is as good a man as you. (ner ? 

Rob. I that he is, and can Ipend pound for pound 
With thee yfaith, wert richer then thou art, 
I know the gentleman. 

La. Nay Madam he is hard by, there muft be Reuelles at the 
Hinde to night ; 
Your copefmate there, Prince Iohn. 

Sob. Ther's a hot youth. 

Bl. O, a fierce Gentleman. 

La. He was fierce as you, but I haue matcht him, 2390 
The Princeffe fliall be there in my attyre. 

Fau. A plaguy crafty queane, mary a God 
I fee Prince Iohn, coorted as well as I, 
And fince he ftial be mockt as well as I, 
Its fbme contentment. 

Bl. Maffe he droopes, fellow Humphrey, he is almoft taken, 
Looke about ye old Richard ? 

Fau. Hence knaues, get in a little, prethee Mall 
Let thou and I and flie, shut vp this matter. 

Rob. Away firs, get in. 2400 

Bl. Come, come let's goe, he wil be baited now, farewel old 

Rob. Now fir, what fay you now ? (Richard. Exit 

Fa. Mary fweet Mall I fay I met this woman, likt her, lou'd 
For ftie is worthy loue I promife thee ; (her, 
I fay I coorted her : tut make no braule 
Twixt thou and I, wel haue amends for all. 

Ro. Had I done fuch a tricke, what then ? what then ? 

Fau. Ah prethee Mall, tut beare with men. 

Rob. I, we muft beare with you ; you! be excuf 'd, 
When women vndeferued are abuf 'd. 2410 

Fau. Nay doe not weep, pardon me gentle Lady, 
I know thee vertuous, and I doo proteft, 
Neuer to haue an euill thought of thee. 

Rob. I 

called Looke about you. 

Rob. I, I, ye fweare, who's that that will beleeue ye ? 

Fau. Now by my holydam and honeft faith, 
This Gentlewoman fliall witnes what I fweare. 
Sweet Ducke a little help me ? 

La. Truft him Madam. 

Fau. I will be kinde, credulous, conftant euer, 
Doe w T hat thou wilt, ile be fufpitious neuer. 

Ro. For which I thanke noble Faukenbridge. 

Fau. Body of me who's this ? yong Huntington ? 

La. And I your Lady whome you coorted laft, 
Ye lookt about you ill, foxe we haue caught ye, 
I met ye at Blacke heath, and ye were hot. 

Fau. I knew thee Mall, now by my fwoord I knew thee, 
I winkt at all, I laught at euery ieft. 

Roh. I, he did winke, the blinde man had an eye. 

Fa. Peace Robin, thou't once be a man as L 

La. Well, I mufl beare it all. 2 43° 

Fa. Come, & ye beare, its but your office, come forget fweet 

La. I doe forgiue it, and forget it fir. (Mall 

Fa. Why that's well faid, that's done like a good girle : 
Ha firra, ha you matcht me pretty Earle ? 

Rob. I haue, ye fee fir I mufl vnto Blacke heathy 
In queft of Richard, whom I fent to feeke 
Earle Glofter out, I know he's at the Hermits ; 
Lend me your Coach ; Ile fhift me as I ride, 
Farewell fir Richard. Exit. 

Fau, Farewell Englands pride, by the mattins Mall it is a 2, 44® 
pretty childe ; 

Shall we goe meete Iohn ? {hall we goe mocke the Prince ? 
La. We will. 

Fa. O then we ftiall haue fport anon, 
Neuer weare yellow Mall, twas but a tricke, 
Olde Faukenbridge wil ftil be a mad Dicke. Exeunt. 

Enter Redcap and Glojier. Sc. xvi 

Red. Doe ye f f fay fa fa father Hermit, th that Gl Glofter is 
about this Heath ? 

Glo. He is vpon this Heath, Sonne looke about it, 24^0 
Run but the compalle, thou (halt finde him out, 

I % Red. R r 

A pleafant Commody 
Red. R r run? ile r run the co compafle of all k Kent but He f 
finde him out, my f f father (where ere hee layes his head) 
dare ne neuer eo come home I know, t t till hee bee fo fo 

Gl. Wei thou fhalt find him, knowft; thou who's a hunting ? 

Red. M m mary tis the Earles of La La Lancafter and Le 
Leyfter. Fa fa farewell f father, and I finde Skink or Glo Glo- 
fter, lie g g giue thee the pr prife of a penny p p pudding for 
thy p paines. 2 4^° 

Glo. Adew good friend : this is fure the fellow 
I fent on meffage from the Parlament 
The Porters fonne, he's ftill in queft of me, 
And Skinke that coufoned him of his red cap. 

Enter Richard like a Seruing man. 
But looke about thee Glofter, who comes yonder ? 
O a plaine feruingman, & yet perhaps his bags are lyn'd, 
And my purfle now growes thin : if he haue any I mull {hare 
Enter Skinke like a Hermit. (with him. 

And who's on yond fide ? O it is my Hermit, *47© 
Hath got his other fute fince I went foorth. 

Ski. Sbloud yonder s company, ile backe againe^ 
Elfe I would be with you counterfeite, 
lie leaue the rogue till opportunity, 

But neuer eate till I haue quit my wrong. Exit 
Ric. I faw two men attend like holy Hermits, 

One's flipt away, the other at his beades. 

Now Richard for the loue of Marian, 

Make thy inquiry where mad Glofter liues. 

If England or the verge of Scotland holde him, 

lie feeke him thus difguif 'd : if he be paft 

To any forraigne part ; ile follow him. 

Loue thou art Lord of hearts, thy lawes are fweet, 

In euery troubled way, thou guidft our feete« 

Louers inioyn'd to pafle the daungerous Sea 

Of big fwolne forrow, in the Barke affection ; 

The windes and wanes of woe need neuer feare, 

While Loue, the helme doth like a Pylate fbeare* 
Glo, Heer's fome louer come, a mifchiefe on him, 


called Looke about you. 

I know not how to anfwere thefe mad fooles, -49® 

But ile be briefe, ile marre the Hermits tale ; 

Off gowne, holde Buckler, fliee it bilbowe blade. 

Ric. What's this ? what fliould this meane ? old man, good 
Glo. Young foole deliuer elfe fee your end. (friend 
Ric. I thought thou hadft been holy and a Hermit. 
Glo. What ere you thought, your purfle ? come quickly fir ? 

Call: that vpon the ground, and then conferre. 
Ric. There it is. 

Glo. Falles it fo heauy ? then my heart is light, 
Ric. Thou't haue a heauy heart before thou touch it, 

Theft flirinde in holy weedes ? ftand to't y'are befi 
Glo. And if I doe not, feeing fiich a pray, 

Let this be to me a difafter day. 

Ric. Art thou content to breath ? Fight fa part once or twife 
Glo. With al my heart, take halfe thy money & we'l friend- 
Ric. I will not cherifti theft. (ly part. 

Glo. Then I defye thee. Fight againe and breath. 

Ric. Alas for pitty, that fb ftout a man. 

So reuerend in afpect, fliould take this courfe. 

Glo. This is no common man with whom I fight, 2$ 10 

And if he be, he is of wondrours Ipright, 

Shall we part flakes ? 

Ric. Fellow take the purfle vpon condition thou wilt fol- 
Glo. What waite on you? weare a turn'd Liuery ? (low me? 

Whole man's your matter ? If I be your man, 

My mans mans office will be excellent : 

There lyes your purfle againe, win it and weare it. Fight, 
Enter Robin Hood, they breathy offer againe. 
Rob. Clafhing of weapons at my welcome hyther ? 

Bickring vpon Blacke-heath, well faid olde man, %^%o 

lie take thy fide, the yonger hath the oddes. 

Stay, end your quarrell, or I promife ye 

lie take the olde mans part. 

Ric. You were not wont yong Huntington, Itil on Richards 
Rob. Pardon gratious Prince I knew ye not. (fide 
Gl. Prince Richard : then lye enuy at his foote, 

Pardon thy coufen Glofter, valiant Lord, 

I 1 1 knew 

A pleafant Commody 
I knew no common force confronted myne 3 

heauen I had the like confeite of thine. 

Rk. I tell thee Robin Glofter thou art met, 2 S$° 
Bringing fuch comfort vnto Richards heart, 
As in the foyle of war re when duft and fweat, 
The thirffc of weake, and the Sunnes fiery heate, 
Haue feazd vppon the fbule of valiaunce, 
And he muft faint except he be refrefht, 
To me thou comft as if to him fhould come, 
A perry from the North, whofe froftie breath 
Might fan him coolneffe in that doubt of death. 
With me then meets, as he a fpring might meet, 
Cooling the earth vnder his toyle partcht feet, -54° 
Whofe chriftall moyfture in his Helmit taine, 
Comforts his fpyrits, makes him ftrong againe. 

Glo. Prince, in fhort termes if you haue brought me corn- 
Know if I had my pardon in this hand fort 
That fmit bafe Skinke in open Park me nt, 

1 would not come to Court, till the high feaft 
Of your proud brothers birth day be expyred^ 
For as the olde King as he made a vow 

At his vnluckie Coronation, 

Muft wake vpon the boy and fill his cuppe, 

And all the Pieres muft kneele while Henry kneeles 

Vnto his cradle ; he fhall hang me vp, 

Eare I commit that vile Idolatrie. 

But when the feaft is paft if you'll befrend me, 

He come and braue my proud foes to their teeth, 

Rk Come Robin, and if my brothers grace denye. 
He take thy parte, them and their threates defye, 

Glo. Gramercy Princly Dicke, 

Rob. I haue fome power, I can rayfe two thoufand Soldiers 
in an hower, 

Glo. Gramercy Robin, gramercy little wag, 
Prince Richard, pray let Huntington 
Carry my filler Faukenbridge this ring, 

Rk lie carry it my felfe, but I had rather 
Had thy kinde company, thou mightft haue mou'd 


called Looke about you. 
Thy Sifter, whome I long haue vainely lou'd, 

G/o. I like her that ftie fhunes temptation 
Prince Richard, but I beare with doting louers, 
I fhould not take it well, that you vrge me 

To fuch an office : but I beare with you, 2570 
Loue's blindand mad, hie to her boldly, try her ; 
But if I know flie yeeld, faith He defie her, 

Ric. I like thy honorable refolution, 
Glofter I pray thee pardon my intreate, 

G/o. its mens cuftome ; part part Gentle Prince, 
Farwell good Robin, this gold I will borrow, 
Meet you at ftepney pay you all to morrow, 

Rob. A dew Glofter, 

Gl. Farwell, be ihort; you gone, I hope to haue a little fport 

Ric: Take heed mad Cuz. Exeunt. 2?8o 

G/o. Tut tell not me of heed, 
He that's too wray neuer hath good Ipeed. 
Ho/lowing within , Enter Lane, with a broken Jiaffe in his hand. 
Whofe this old Lancafter my honoured frend ? 

Lan. Thefe knaues haue feru'd me well, left me alone, 
I haue hunted fairely, loft my purfe, my chaine, 
My Jewels, and bin bangd hy a bold knaue, 
Clad in a Hermits gowne like an olde man, 
O what a world is this ? G/o. Its ill my Lord. 

Lan. Hee's come againe, O knaue tis the worfe for thee, 2590 
Keepe from me, be content with that thou haft, 
And fee thou flie this heath, for if I take thee, 
He make thee to all theeues afpectacle, 
Had my ftaffe held, thou hadft not fcaped me fo, 
But come not neare me, follow not thou art beft, 
Holla, Earle Leyfter, holla Huntfman hoe ? 

G/o. Vppon my life, old Lancafter a Hunting, 
Hath met my fellow Hermit, could I meet him, 
Ide play rob theefe, at leaft part ftakes with him. 

Skin. Zounds he is yonder alone, 2600 
Enter Redcap with a cudge//. 
Skinke now reuenge thy felfe on yonder flaue, 
Znayles ftill preuented ? this fame Redcap rogue 


A pleafant Commody 
Runs like hob-goblin vp and downe the heath. 

Red. Wh wh wh whope He Hermit, ye ha ha ma ma made 
Re Redcap run a fine eo eo compaffe, ha haue you not ? 

Shi. I made thee run ? 

Glo. Younders my euill Angell, were redeap gone, Glofter 
would coniure him. 

Red. Ie Ie Iefus bl blefle me, whop to to two Hermits ? He 2610 
ca ca caperclaw to to tone of yee, for mo mo mocking me, 
and I d d doo not ha ha hang me : wh wh which is the fa fa 
falfe k k k knaue? for I am f f fore the olde He He Hermit wo 
would neuer mo mocke an honeft man. 

Glo. he is the counterfet he mockt thee fellow. 
I did not lee thee in my life before, 
He weares my garments, and has coufloned me, 

Red. Haue you co co coufbned the he Hermit and m made 
Redcap run to no pu pu purpofe ? 

Shi. No he's counterfet I will tell no lyes, 16*0 
As fure as Skinke deceiu'd thee of thy clothes, 
Sent thee to Kent, gaue thee thy fare by water, 
So lure hee's falfe, and I the perfet Hermit, 

Glo. This villaine is a coniurer I doubt, 
Were he the deuill yet I would not budge, 

Red. Si fi firra, you are the co countefeite, O this is the tr tr 
true He Hermit, fta fta ftand ftill g good man at that, ile bu 
bumbaft you yfaith, ile make you g giue the olde m m man 
his gowne. 

Offers to ftrihe, Glofter trippes vp his heeles ,Jhifts Shin he z6$o 
into his place. 

G g gods lid are ye go good at that ? ile cu cudgell yee f f for 
this tr tr tricke. 

Shi. It was not I twas he that caft thee downe, 

Red. You li li li lye you ra ra rafcall you, I le left ye ft Han- 
ding he heare. 

Shi. Zounds hold you Hammerer, or Ile cut your flumps. 

Gl He's for me he's weapon'd, I like that. 

Red. O heer's a ro ro rogue in ca ca carnat, help, mu murder 
murder. ^ 2640 

Enter Lane after Huntfmen atone doore^Leyfter&Huntfmen 
at another. Lan. Lay 

called Looke about you. 
Lan. Lay holde vpon that theeuifli counterfeit, 
Ley. Why heares another Hermit Lancafter : 
Glo. I am the Hermit fir, that wretched man 
Doth many a robberie in my difguife : 

Shin. Its he that robs, he flaunders me, he lies. 
Lan. Which fet on thee ? 

Red. Th this f f fellow has a f f fword and a buckler. 

Lan. Search him; this is the theefe, o heares my purfe, 2650 
My chaine, my Iewels : oh thou wicked wretch, 
How darft thou vnder fliow of holines, 
Commit fuch actions of impietie ? 
Bind him, He haue him made a publicke fcorne. 

Ski. Lay holde vpon that other hermit. 
He is a counterfeit as well as I, 
He ftole thofe clothes from me, for I am Skinke, 
Search him, I know him not, he is fome flaue. 

Glo. Thou lyeffc bafe varlet. 

Re. O g God he has a fword too, S Skink are you ca catcht ? i66q 

Lan. Villaine thou (halt with me vnto the Court. 

Ley. And this with me, this is the tray tor Glofter. 

Glo. Thou lyeft proud Leyfter I am no traytor. 

Re. G glofter ? O b braue, now m my father fli lhal be f free 

Lan. Earle Glofter I am forry thou art taken. 

Glo. I am not taken yet, nor will I yeild 
To any heare but noble Lancafter, 
Let Skinke be Leyfters prifoner He be thine. 

Ley, Thou fhalt be mine. 

Gl. Firft through a crimfon fluce, He fend thy hated foule 2670 
to thofe blacke fiendes 
That long haue houered gaping for their parte, 
When tyrant life ftiould leaue thy traytor heart. 
Come Lancafter keep Skinke ile goe with thee, 
Let loofe the mad knaue, for I prayfe his fhifts, 
He (hall not ftarte away, ile be his guide, 
And with proude looks outface young Henries pride. 

Ley. Looke to them Lancafter vpon thy life. 

Red. Well ile r r run and get a p pardon of the K K K King, 
Gl Glofter and Skinke ta ta taken ? O b b braue, r r r run re z6Eo 

K Re 

A pleafant Commody 

Re Red ca cap a and ca ca cary the firft n n newes to co co 

Ley. Lancafter ile helpe to guarde them to the Court. 
Lan. Doe as you pleafe. 

Glo. Leyfter doe not come neare me, for if thou doe, thou 

(halt buy it dearely. 
Ley. Ile haue thy hand for this. 
Glo. Not for thy heart. 

Ski. Braue Earle, had Skinke knowne thou hadft been the 
Noble Glofter (whofe mad trickes haue made mee loue 2690 
thee) I would haue dy'd Blacke heath red with the bloud 
of millions, ere we would haue been taken ; but what reme- 
dy, we are faft & muft anfwere it like Gentlemen, like Soul- 
diers, like refolutes. 

Gl. I ye are a gallant, come olde Lancafter, 
For thy fake will I goe ; or elfe by heauen 
Ide fend fome dozen of thefe flaues to hel. Exeunt. 

Enter Prince Richard^ Robert Hoode <& Lady Faukenbridge. Sc. xvii 

La, Your trauaile and your comfortable newes, 
This Ring, the certaine figne you met with him, 2700 
Bindes me in duetyous loue vnto your grace : 
But on my knees I fall, and humbly craue, 
Importune that no more, you nere can haue. 

Ric. Nay then ye wrong me Lady Faukenbridge, 
Did you not ioyne your faire white hand ? 
Swore that ye would forfweare your husbands bed, 
If I could but finde out Glofter ? 

La. I fweare fo ? Ric. By heauen 

Rob. Take heed, its a high oath my Lord. 

Ric. What meanft thou Huntington ? 2710 

Ro. To faue your fbule, I doe not loue to haue my friends 
She neuer promift that you vrge her with. (forfworne, 

Ric. Goe to, prouoke me not. 

Rob. I tell you true, twas I in her attyre that promift you, 
She was gone vnto the wizard at Blacke heath, 
And there had filters more then a good many. 

Ric. Was I deluded then ? 

La. No 

called Looke about you. 
La. No not deluded, but hindred from deflre vnchaft and 

let me wooe yee with the tougue of ruth, (rude : 
Dewing your Princely hand with pitties teares, 2720 
That you would leaue this mofl vnlawful fiite, 

If ere we liue till Faukenbridge be dead, 
(As God defend his death I ftiould defire) 
Then if your highnes daine fo bale a match, 
And holy lawes admit a mariage, 
Confidering our affinity in bloud, 

1 will become your Handmayde not your harlot. 
That fhame fhall neuer dwell vpon my brow. 

Rob. Ifaith my Lord fhe's honorably refolu'd, 
For fhame no more, importune her no more. 2730 

Ri. Marian I fee thy vertue, and commend it, 
I know my error feeking thy dishonor, 
But the refpectlefTe, reafbnles commaund 
Of my inflamed loue, bids me ftill try, 
And trample vnder foote all pietye. 
Yet for I will not feeme too impyous, 
Too inconfiderate of thy feeming griefe, 
Vouchfafe to be my Miftris : vfe me kindely. 
And I proteft ile ftriue with all my power, 

That lull himfelfe may in his heate deuour. 274° 

La. You are my feruant then. 

Ric. Thankes facred Miftrefle. 

Ro. What am I? 

La. You are my fellow Robert. 

Enter Faukenbridge in his hofe and dub let. 

Fau. What Prince Richard ? noble Huntington ? 
Welcome, y faith welcome, by the morrow Mafle 
You are come as fitly as my heart can wifh : 
Prince Iohn this night will be a Reueller, 

He hath inuited me and Marian. 2,1 %o 

Gods mary mother goe along with vs, 

Its but hard by, clofe by, at our towne Tauerne. 

Ric. Your Tauerne ? 

Fau. O I I I tis his owne made match, 
Ile make you laugh, ile make you laugh yfaith ; 

K a Come, 

A pleafant Commody, 
Come, come, he's ready, O come, come away. 
La. But wher's the Princeffe ? 

Fa. He's ready too, Block Bl. my man, muft be her waiting 
Nay wil ye goe ? for gods fake let vs goe. (man, 

Ri. Is the ieft fb ? nay then let vs away. *7^o 

Rob. O twill allay his heate, make dead his fire. 

Fau. Ye bob'd me firft, ye firft gaue me my hyre, 
But come agods name, Prince Iohn ftayes for vs. Exeunt. 

Rob. This is the word, euer at fpend-thriftes feaftes, 
They are guld themfelues, and fcoft at by their guefts. Exit. 

Enter John. Sc. xviii 

Ioh. Buffild and fcoft, Skinke, Glofter, women, fooles, and 
boyes abufe me ? 
He be reueng'd, 

Ric. Reueng'd, and why good childe? 177° 
Olde Faukenbridge hath had a worfer bafting. 

Fa. I, they haue banded from chafe to chafe ; 
I haue been their tennis ball, fince I did coort, 

Ric. Come Iohn, take hand with vertuous Ifabell, 
And lets vnto the Court like louing friends, 
Our Kingly brothers birth daies feafliuall, 
Is foorthwith to be kept, thether wel hye, 
And grace with pompe that great fblemnity. 

Jo. Whether ye wil, I care not where I goe : 
If griefe wil grace it, ile adorne the ftiew. 2780 

Fa. Come Madam, we muft thither, we are bound. 

La. I am loath to fee the Court, Glofter being from thence, 
Or kneele to him that gaue vs this offence. 

Fa. Body of me peace woman, I prethee peace. 

Enter Redcap. 

Red. Go go god ye, go god f fpeed ye, 

Ioh. Whether run you fir knaue ? 

Red. R r run ye fir knaue? why I r run to my La Lady Fa Fau- 
kenbridge, to te te tell her Sk Skinke and Gl Glofter is t ta- 
ken, and are g g one to the C C Court with L Lord Leyfter, 2790 
and L Lord la la Lancafter. 

To. Is Glofter taken ? thether will I flye 
Vpon wraths wings, not quiet til he dye. Exit with Princc/fe 

Ri. Is 

called Looke about you. 
Rich. Is Glofter taken ? 

Red: I he is ta taken I wa warrant ye with a wi witnes, 

Ric. Then will I to Court, & eyther let him free, or dye the 
Follow me Faukenbridge, feare not faire Madam: (death, 
You laid you had the Porter in your houfe, 
Some of your feruants bring him, on my life 
One hayre fhal not be taken from his head, *8oo 
Nor he, nor you, nor Glofter iniured. 

Fa. Come Mall, and Richard fay the word nere feare. 

Ro. Madam, we haue twenty thoufand at our call, 
The moft, young Henry dares, is but to braule. 

La: Pray God it prooue fo. (Porter. 

Rk: Follow Huntington : fir Rich, doe not faile to fend the 

Fa: Blocke, bring the Porter of the Fleete to Court. 

BL I wil fir. 

Red: The p p Porter of the fl fl Fleete to Court ? what p p 
porter of the fl fl Fleete ? 2810 

Bio. What Redcap, run redcap, wilt thou fee thy father ? 

Red. My fa father ? I that I w wold f fee my f father, & there 
be a p porter in your ho houfe, its my f father. 

Bl. Follow me Redcap then. Exit. 

Red. And you were two to twenty b Blockes, ide f f follow 
ye f fo I would, and r run to the co co court too, and k kneele 
before the k k King f f for his pa pardon. 

Block within. Come away Redcap, run Redcap. 

Red. 1 1 1 r r run as f f faft as 1 1 ca ca can run I wa warrant 
yee. 28^0 

Enter a Sinet, firji two Herraldes, after them Leyfter with a Sc. xix 
Scepter, Lane after with a Crowne Imperiall on a cujhion : After 
them Henry the elder bareheaded, bearing a fwoord and a Globe : 
after him young Henry Crowned : Elinor the mother Queene 
Crowned: young Queene Crowned. Henry the elder places his 
Sonne, the two Queene son eyther h and ^ himfelfe at his feete, 
Leyfter and Lancafter below him. 

Hen. Herrald, fetch Lancafter and Leyfter Coronets, 
Suffer no Marquefle, Earle, nor Countefle enter, 

K 3 Except 

A pleafant Commody, 
Except their temples circled are in golde, 2830 

He deliuers Coronets to Leyfter and Lane after. 
Shew them our vize-roys : by our will controld 
As at a cornation, euery Peere 
Appeares in all his pompe, fo at this feafl 
Held for our birth-right, let them be adorn'd. 
Let Glofter be brought in, crown'd like an Earle, Exit 
This day well haue no parley of his death, 
But talke of Iouilanes and gleefull mirth. 
Let Skinke come in, giue him a Barons feat, 
High is his fpirrit, his deferts are greate, 2840 

Kin. You wrong the honour of Nobilitie, 
To place a robber in a Barons ftead, 

Quee. Its well ye tearme him not a murtherer. 

Kin. Had I miftearmed him ? 

Quee. I that had you Henry. 
He did a peece of Iuftice at my Bidding. 

Kin. Who made you a Iuftice ? 

Hen. I that had the power. Kin. You had none then. 
Enter Glofter and Skinke. 

Ley. Yes he was crownd before. 285:0 

Hen. Why does not Glofter weare a Coronet ? 

Glo. Becaufe his Soueraigne doth not weare a Crowne. 

Hen. By heauen put on thy Coronet, or that heauen 
Which now with a clear, lends vs this light, 
Shall not be courtain'd with the vaile of night, 
Eare on thy head I clap a burning Crowne, 
Of red hot Yron that fhall feare thy braines. 

Ri. Good Glofter Crowne thee with thy Coronet. 

Lan. Doo gentle Earle. 

Skin. Swounds doo, would I had one. 2860 
Qu. Doo not I prethee keepe thy proud heart ftill. 
Glo. He weare it but to crofle thy froward will. 
Hen. Sit downe and take thy place. 
Glo. Its the low earth. 
To her I muft, from her I had my breath. 

Hen. We are pleafd thou fhalt fit there, Skinke take thy 
place among my nobles. 


called Looke about you. 

Enter Iohn and Jfabell with Coronets. 
Ski. Thankes to King Henries grace. 

lo. Iohn Earle of Morton and of Notingham, 2870 
With Ifabell his Countefle, bow themfelues 
Before their brother Henries Royall Throane. 

Hen. Aflend your feats liue in our daily loue. 
Enter Richard^ and Robert with Coronts. 

Ric. Richard the Prince of England, with his Ward 
The noble Robert Hood, Earle Huntington, 
Prefent their feruice to your Maieftie. 

Hen. Y'are welcome too, though little be your loue. 
Enter Faukenbridge with his Lady^jhe a Coronet 

Fa. Olde Richard Faukenbridge, Knight of the croffe, 2880 
Lord of the Cinque ports, with his noble wife 
Dame Marrian Countefle of weft Hereford, 
Offer their duties at this Royall meeting. 

Hen. Sit downe, thou art a newter, flie a foe, 
Thy loue we doubt, her hart too well we know. 
What futors are without, let them come in. 

Glo. And haue no Iuftice where contempt is King. 

Hen. Mad man I giue no care to thy loofe words. 

Jo. O fir y'are welcome, you haue your old feat. 

Glo. Though thou fit hier yet my heart's as great. 2890 

Que. Great heart wee'll make you lefler by the head. 

Glo. Ill comes not euer to the threatned. 

Enter Blocke and Redcap. 

Hen. What are you two ? 

Red. M ma mary and't pleafe you I am re re Redcap. 
Hen. And what's your mate ? 
Bio. A poore Porter fir. 

Ioh. The Porter of the fleet that was condemned. 
Bio. No truely fir I was Porter laft, when I left 
The doore open at the Tauerne. 2900 
To. O ift you fir ? 

Ley. And what would you two haue ? 

Red. I co co come to re re re qui quier the young K K King 
of his go goo goodnes, fince Glo Glofter is t t aken, that he 
wo wo would let my fa fa father haue his pa pa pardon. 

Hen. Sirra 

A pleafant Commody 

Hen. Sirra your father has his pardon fign'd, 
Go to the office it fliall be deliuered. 

Red. And fliall he be p p Porter a ga gaine ? 

Hen. I that he fhall, but let him be aduif 'd 
Heareafter, how lets out prifoners. 2910 

Red. I wa warrant ye my Lord. 

Hen. What haft thou more to fay ? 

Red. Marry I wo would haue Skinke pu puniflit for co co 
Cunnicatching me. 

Ley^ Is that your bufines ? 

Red. I by my t t troth is it. 

Hen. Then get away. 

Glo. A gainft Skinke (poore knaue) 
Thou gets no right this day. 

Bio. O but run backe Redcap for the Purfeuant. 2920 

Red. O 1 Lord f fir, I haue another f fute for the p p Purfe- 
uant, that has 1 1 loft his b b box, and his wa wa warrant. 

Hen. What meanes the fellow ? 

Red. Why the pu pu Purfeuant fir and the po po Porter. 
Glo. The box that I had from him, there it is. 
Fau. Mary a me, and I was chargd with it. 
Had you it brother Gloffcer ? Gods good mercy, 
Hen. And what haue you to fay ? 

Bl. Nothing fir but God blefle you, you are a goodly com- 
pany, except fir William or my Lady wil command me any 2930 
more feruice. 

Fau. Away you prating knaue, hence varlet, hence. Exit. 

Ley. Put forth them fellowes there. 

Red. A f fo fore I go goe I b b be f f feech you let Sk Skinke 
and gl Glofter be lo lo looked too, for they haue p p playd 
the k k knaues to to to b b bad. 

Hen. Take hence that fluttering fellow, fliut them forth. 

Red. Nay He ru ru run, faith you fhall not n n need to b b b 
bid him ta ta take m me away, for re re Redcap will r ru run 
rarely. Exit. 2940 

Hen. The fundrie mifdemeanors late committed, 
As theftes and fhifts in other mens difguife, 
We now muft (knaue Skinke) freely tell thy faults. 

Skin. Sweet 

called Looke about you. 

Skin. Sweet King by thefe two terrors to myne enemies, 
that lend light to my bodies darknes: Cauilero Skinke 
being beleagerd with an hoffce of leaden heeles, arm'd in 
ring Irifli : cheated my hammerer of his Red cap and Coate ; 
was fiirprifed, brought to the fleet as a perfon fufpected, paft 
currant, till Glofter ftript me from my counterfet, clad my 
backe in filke and my hart in fbrrow, and fb left me to the i$$o 
mercy of my mother witt : how Prince Iohn releaft me, he 
knowes: howe I got Faukenbridges chaine, I know: but 
how he will get it againe, I know not. 

Fau. Where is it firra, tell me where it is ? 

Glo. I got it from him, and I got lohns {word, 

Job. I would twere to the hilts vp in thy harte. 

Ric. O be more charitable brother Iohn. 

Ley. My Leidge, you need not by perticulars 
Examine what the world knows too plaine, 

If you will pardon Skinke, his life is fau'd, 2960 
If not, he is conuicted by the Law. 
For Glofter : as you worthy ly refbul'd, 
Firft take his hand, and afterward his head. 

Hen. Skinke thou haft life, our pardon and our loue. 

Ski. And your forgiuenefle for my robbery ? 

To. Tut neuer trouble me with inch a toy. 
Thou hindreft me from hearing of my ioye. 

Hen. Bring forth a blocke, wine, water and tow ell, 
Kniues, and a Surgion to binde vp the vaines, 
Of Glofters arme: when his right hand is off, 297© 
His hand that ftrooke Skinke at the Parlament : 

Sk. I (hall beare his blowes to my graue my Lord. 

Kin. Sonne Henry fee thy fathers palzie hands, 
Ioyn'd like two fupplyants, preffing to thy throwne ? 
Looke how the furrow es of his aged cheeke, 
Fild with the reuolets of wet eyde mone, 
Begs mercy for Earle Glofter ? weigh his gilt, 
Why for a flaue, fliould Royall blood be fpilt ? 

Ski. You wrong myne honour : Skink may be reueng'd, 

Hen. Father I doe commend your humble courfe. 2980 


A pleafant Commody 
But quite diflike the proiect of your fiite, 
Good words in an ill caufe makes the fact worfe, 
Of blood or Bafenes, Iuffcice will difpute, 
The greater man the greater his tranfgreflion, 
Where ftrength wrongs weaknes, it is meare oppreflion, 

La. O but King Henry heare a filler fpeake, 
Gloffcer was wrong'd, his lands were giuen away. 
They are not luftly faid, lull lawes to break, 
That keep their owne right, with what power they may, 
Thinke then thy Royall felfe began the wrong, 
In giuing Skinke what did to him belong. 

Quee. Heare me Sonne Henry, while thou art a King, 
Giue, take, pryfon, thy fubiects are thy flaues, 
Life, need, thrones : proud hearts in dungions fling. 
Grace men to day, to morrowe giue them graues. 
A King mult be like Fortune ; euer turning, 
The world his football, all her glory fpurning. 

Glo. Still your olde counfaile Beldam pollicie, 
You'r a fit Tutrefle in a Monarchy. 

Rich. Mother you are vniuft, fauage, too cruell, 
Vnlike a woman : gentlenes guides their fexe, 
But you to fiiryes fire ad more fewell, 
The vexed fpirit, will you delight to vex ? 

God when I confaite what you haue done, 

1 am a fliam'd to be eftem'd your fbnne. 

Jo. Bale Richard I difdaine to call thee brother, 
Takefb thou a traytors part in our difgrace ? 
For Glofter, wilt thou wrong our facred mother ? 
I fcorne thee and defie thee to thy face. 
O that we were in field, then fhouldft thou trie, 

Rob. How faft Earle lohn would from Prince Richard flye 
Thou meet a Lyon in feeld ? poore moufe, 
All thy Carreers are in a Brothel! houfe. 

loh. Zounds boy. 

Rk. Now man : 

Ley. Richard you wrong Prince lohn. 

Rk. Leyfter tweare Good you proou'd his Champion. 

loh. Haften 

called Looke about you. 

Jo. Haften the ex ecution Royall Lord, 
Let deeds make anfwer for their worthleffe wordes. 

Glo. I know if I refpected hand or head, 3020 
I am encompaffed with a world of frends, 
And could from fury bee deliuered. 
But then my freedom hazards many Hues. 
Henry perfbrme the vtmoft of thy hate, 
Let thy hard harted mother haue her wil, 
Giue Franticke Iohn no longer caufe to prate, 
I am prepared for the worfl of ill, 
You fee my knees kifle the could pauements face, 
They are not bent to Henry nor his frends, 
But to all you whofe bloud fled to your hearts, 3030 
Shewes your true fbrrowe in your afhye cheekes : 
To you I bend my knees, you I intreat, 
To fmile on Glofters Refolution. 
Who euer loues me will not Ihed a teare, 
Nor breath a figh, nor {how a cloudy frowne, 
Looke Henry, heares my hand, I lay it downe, 
And fweare as I haue Knighthood heer't (hall lye. 
Till thou haue vfed all thy tyranny. 

La. Has no man heart to fpeake ? 

Glo. Let all that loue me keepe filence, or by heauen He 3040 
hate them dying. 

Quee. Harry off with his hand, then with his head. 

Fau. By the red rood I cannot chufe but weepe. 
Come loue or hate my teares I cannot keepe. 

Que. When comes this lingring executioner ? 

Job. An executioner : an executioner : 

Hen. Call none till we haue drunke : father fill wine ? 
To day your Office is to beare our cupp. 

Ric. He fill it Henry. K. kneele downe. 

He. Dick you are too meane, fo bow vnto your foueraigne, 30^0 

GL Kneele to his childe? Ohell! O tortor! (Glofter learne: 
Who would loue life, to fee this huge difhonor ? 

Hen. Saturne kneel'd to his Sonne, the God was faine 
To call young loue his ages Soveraigne. 

L a Take 

A pieafant Commody 
Take now your feate againe and weare your Crowne; 
Now fhineth Henry like the Middayes Sonne, 
Through his Horizon, darting all his beames, 
Blinding with his bright fplendor euery eye, 
That ftares againft his face of Maiefty. 

The Commets, whofe malicious gleames 3 o6 ° 

Threatned the ruyne of our Royalty, 

Stands at our mercy, yet our wrath denyes 

All fauour, but extreame extreamityes. 

Glofter, haue to thy forrow, chafe thy arme 

That I may fee thy bloud (I long'd for oft) 

Gufli from thy vaines, and ftaine this Pallace roofe. 

To. Twould exceed gilding. 

Quee. I as golde doth Oaker. 

Glo. Its wel ye count my bloud fo precious. 

Hen. Leyfter reach Glofter wine. 3070 

Ley. I reach it him ? 

Hen. Proude Earle ile fpurne thee, quickely go & beare it 
Glo. lie count it poyfon if his hand come neere it. 
Hen. Giue it him Leyfter vpon our difpleafure. 
Glo. Thus Glofter takes it, thus againe he flings it, 
In fcorne of him that fent it, and of him that brought it. 
Ski. O braue fpirit ! 

La. Brauely refolu'd brother, I honour thee. 

Quee. Harke how his lifter ioyes in his abufe ? 
Wilt thou indure it Hall ? 3080 

Fau. Peace good Marian. 

Hen. Auoyde there euery vnder Officer. 
Leaue but vs, our Pieres and Ladyes heere. 
Richard you loue Earle Glofter : looke about 
If you can fpye one in this company. 
That hath not done as great a finne as Glofter ; 
Chufe him, let him be the executioner. 

flic. Thou haft done worfe then, like rebellious head. 
Haft arm'd ten thoufand hands againft his life 
That lou'd thee fo, as thou wert made a King, 3°9° 
Being his childe, now he's thy vnderling. 

I haue 

called Looke about you, 
I haue done worfe : thrife I drew my fwoord, 
In three fet battles for thy falfe defence. 
Iohn hath done worfe, he ftill hath tooke thy part, 
All of vs three haue fmitte our fathers heart ; 
Which made proude Leyfter bolde to ftrike his face, 
To his eternal! fliame, and our difgrace. 

Hen. Silence, I fee thou meanft to finde none fit. 
I am fure, nor Lancafter, nor Huntington, 

Nor Faukenbridge, will lay a hand on him. 3 100 

Mother, wife, brother, lets defcend the Throane 
Where Henry is the Monarch of the Weft, 
Hath fet amongft his Princes dignified. 
Father take you the place, fee Iuftice. 

Kin. Its iniuft Iuftice I muft tell thee Sonne. 

Hen. Mother holde you the Bafbn, you the Towell, 
I know your French hearts thirft for Englifh. bloud ; 
Iohn, take the Mallet, I will holde the knife, 
And when I bid thee fmite, ftrike for thy life : 
Make a marke Surgion, Glofter now prepare thee. 3 no 

Glo. Tut, I am ready, to thy worft I dare thee. 

Hen. Then haue I done my worft, thrife honoured Earle, 
I doe imbrace thee in affections armes. 

Quee. What meanes thou Henry ? O what meanes my Son? 

Hen. I meane no longer to be lullaby 'd, 
In your feditious armes. 

Hen. wife. Mordieu Henry. 

Hen: Mordieu nor deuill, little tit of Fraunce, 
I know your hart leapes, at our hearts mifchaunce, 

Jo. Swounds Henry thou art mad: 312,0 

Hen I haue bin mad; what ftampft thou Iohn ? knowft thou 
not who I am ? 
Come ftamp the deuill out, fuckt from thy Dam. 

Que. He curfle thee Henry 

Hen. You'r beft be quiet, leaft where we finde you, to the 
Tower we beare you, 
For being abroad, England hath caufe to feare yee. 
Kin. I am ftrucke dombe with wonder, 

L 3 Glo. I 

A pleafant Commody 

Glo. I amaz 'd, imagine that I fee a vizion. 

Hen. Glofter, I giue thee firft this Skinke, this flaue, 3*3° 
Its in thy power, his life to fpill or faue, 

Skin. He's a noble gentleman, I doe not doubt his vfage. 

Hen. Stand not thus wondring, Princes kneele all downe, 
And caft your Coronets before his Crowne. 
Downe ftubborne Queene, kneele to your wronged King, 
Downe Mammet ; Leyfter ile cut of thy legs, 
If thou delay thy duety : when proude Iohn ? 

To. Nay if all kneele, of force I muft be one. 

Fau. Now by my holydom a vertuous deed. 

Hen. Father you fee your mofb rebellious fonne, 3 14° 

Stricken with horror of his horred guilt, 
Requefting fentence fitting his defart, 

treade vpon his head, that trode your heart. 

1 doe deliuer vp all dignity, 

Crowne, Scepter, fwoord vnto your Maiefty. 

Kin. My heart furfets with ioy in hearing this. 
And deare Sonne ile blefle thee with a kifle. 

Hen. I will not rife, I will not leaue this ground, 
Till all thefe voyces ioyned in one found : 

Cry, God faue Henry fecond of that name, 3 1 * 
Let his friends liue, his foes fee death with fhame. 

All. God faue Henry fecond of that name, 
Let his friends liue, his foes fee death with fhame. 

Hen. Amen, Amen, Amen. 

Job. Harke mother harke ? 
My brother is already turned Clarke. 

Quee. He is a recreant, I am mad with rage. 

Hen. Be angry at your enuy gracious mother, 
Learne patience and true humility 

Of your worft tuter'd Sonne, for I am he. 3160 

Send hence that Frenchwoman, giue her her dowry, 

Let her not fpeake, to trouble my milde foule, 

Which of this world hath taken her laft leaue : 

And by her power, will my proude flefh controule. 

Off with thefe filkes, my garments fhall be gray, 


called Looke about you. 
My fliirt hard hayre, my bed the aftiey dull, 
My pillow but a lumpe of hardned clay : 
For clay I am, and vnto clay I mull, 
O I befeech ye let me goe alone, 

To Hue, where my loofe life I may bemone. 3170 
Kin. Sonne? 
Quee. Sonne? 
Ric. Brother? 
To. Brother? 

Hen. Let none call me their Sonne, I am no mans brother, 
My kindred is in heauen, I know no other, 
Farewell, farewell, the world is yours, pray take it, 
He leaue vexation, and with ioy forfake it. Exit. 

La. Wondrous conuerfion. 

Fau. Admirable good : now by my holydam Mall palling 3 1 80 

Ric. Hath fir'd my foule I will to Palefline, (good. 
And pay my vowes before the Sepulcher, 
Among the multitude of misbeliefe. 
He ftiew my felfe the Souldier of Chrifl, 
Spend bloud, fweat teares, for fatif faction 
Of many many finnes which I lament : 
And neuer thinke to haue them pardoned, 
Till I haue part of Sirria conquered. 

GIo. He makes me wonder, and inflames my fpirits, 
With an exceeding zeale to Portingale, 3190 
Which Kingdome the vnchrifbned Sarifons, 
The blacke fac'd AfFricans, and tawny Moores, 
Haue got vniuftly in pofleffion : 
Whence I will fire them with the help of heauen. 

Ski. Skinke will fcotrch them braue Glofter 
Make Carbonadoes of their Bacon fletches ; 
Deferue to be counted valiant by his valour, 
And Ryuo will he cry, and Caftile too, 
And wonders in the land of Ciuile doo. 

Rob. O that I were a man to fee thefe fights, 3200 
To fpend my bloud amongfl: thefe worthy Knights. 

Fa. Mary aye me, were I a boy againe, 


A pleafant Commody 
Ide either to Terufalem or Spaine. 

fob. Faith He keepe England, mother you and I 
Will Hue, for all this fight and foolery. 

Kin. Peace to vs all, let's all for peace giueprayfe, 
Vnlookt for peace, vnlookt for happy dayes. 
Loue Henries birth day, he hath bin new borne, 
I am new crowned, new fettled in my feate. 
Lets' all to the Chappell, there giue thankes and praife, 3110 
Befeeching grace from Heauens eternal Throne, 
That England neuer know more Prince then one. Exeunt